Ophelia looked over her shoulder when she heard incredibly loud laughter. She spotted the source, the long table filled with Romans. Strange. They had always been split up by their godly parent. She assumed that by their, well, stricter nature that they would do the same. But that didn't seem to be the case. She turned back around and returned to a conversation she was having with her half sister. She was picking away at the waffles she had chosen to get, although she was really just nibbling on small pieces she pulled off. She smiled a little, "They are quite jovial."