Faris smiled when Gaspard introduced himself. [b]”Gaspard… is that French?”[/b] she asked, frowning slightly as if it were very important that she know this. She glanced to Connor when he said his name, reaching out her hand and shaking his firmly. Her eyes stared up into Connor’s as if mesmerized while he spoke, not saying a word or looking away until he was done. Then the tattooed girl paused before glancing to Gaspard and then back to Connor. A small snort left her and she giggled slightly. [b]”Okay, I didn’t understand a word of that, Grandpa,”[/b] she teased Connor, moving her hand in a wave as if to brush him off. Sighing and smiling she turned back to Gaspard when her eyes caught the light of the fire ball he had created. [b]”Oh wow, did you do that? Are you like a god of fire or something?”[/b] she smirked, poking his shoulder playfully. [b]”So you can build me a fire?”[/b] she asked, giving some puppy dog eyes to Gaspard. [b]”I think I’ve had one too many to make one without burning myself,”[/b] she frowned, peering into her glass and swirling it around. She looked up and around, sighing heavily at the boring kids dancing boringly and eating their boring boar. Maybe if someone got into a fight at least she could have more fun.