Rosalyn began to lead Bride out to the parking lot, where one of the lower ranked members of the Battleblood clan waited with the family car. The car had his bags in it, since the school was a bit of a ways away from their home. But it also held the cooler where Rosalyn was keeping today's lunch perfectly chilled. It was something simple but tasty, a cold pasta salad with caesar dressing, grilled chicken, grape tomatoes cut perfectly in half, and nice thin slices of green onion. There was also paper plates and plastic silverware, some bottles of various sodas, and some homemade brownies for dessert. All of which was lovingly crafted by Rosalyn.

When Bride mentioned wanting to be like Rosalyn, he paused for a moment, barely long enough for the other girl to notice. "I wasn't given a choice between being strong and being someone else." He said, a frowning dancing across his features for a brief moment. "But remember it takes all types. I think you're perfect the way you are." As he said that, Rosalyn turned around and began walking backwards so he could look at Bride.

"I hope you don't mind eating in the parking lot, lunch is in my family car. Along with bags, I'm dorming here, are you?" He asked, obviously trying to change the subject. He slowed down a little bit and turned back around, keep pace with Bride instead of being in front of her. It was much nicer walking next to friends then in front of or behind them.