Licking at the grape juice dripping down to her wrist, Parker looked up with mild interest at the new arrival. Her eyes wandered first to the other boy, hoping to see his attention directed to the man as well. Thankfully, it seemed as though this new fellow was real, and named Billy Blue at that. Parker's eyes rested away from the deacon and back to her fruits, listening barely as she picked at the pineapples, her fingers sticking with natural sugar. "...And if you've maybe got a friend who keeps following you around and just won't leave you alone, bring them too."

Dark brown eyes lifted at this final commentary, just in time to catch the man wink at the other person in the table. What was going on? Did the two know each other and had an inside joke thing going on? Parker gnawed on her bottom lip, biting down a bit too hard at the sound of familiar clacking. Ah. This was the friend the deacon was talking about. The deacon walked off, Parker lifting a sticky hand to her head as the clacking sound only got louder, her face paling at the nuisance. She jumped at the loud laughter, glancing once more at her seatmate to assure that it wasn't just her that had heard it. Not that it mattered, given there was another goddamn noise that was filling her head.

"Still not as weird as this man I ran into earlier," started the male as Parker weakly reached for another grape, shoving it in her mouth. Discreetly, her eyes wandered the room, trying to ignore the deacon, trying to find Miss Fortune. "...stop by the church first," continued he, adding after a pause- "Oh and my name's Sebastian. What's yours?" 

There was another pause in her answer, this time shorter as she was trying to swallow the fruit stuck in her throat. Absently, Parker commented, "I'm Catholic." Her eyes made eye contact with an own proportioned oddly against the doorframe, and her mouth dried up. Reaching for a cantaloupe cube, Parker seemed to only realize then what she'd said. "Wait," she interjected, "My name... I'm Parker. I meant, I don't know if I should go to his church. Which is Presbyterian." She nodded awkwardly, heat rising in her neck as her shit explanation no doubt would pull a laugh or a weird look from Sebastian, both of which she didn't enjoy when directed at her. "Because I'm Catholic."

Never one for religion- she only went to church every Sunday because her mother urged her to- Parker doubted her other heavenly affiliations would deter her from visiting the church. She didn't believe in exorcisms, if that was what they were planning to do, but given the new surroundings, Parker decided it may as well have been a nice impulsive thing to do while on forced vacation. Munching on her cantaloupe, Parker weakly added, "I'll probably go, too."