[color=ed1c24][h3]Angel Ferrara[/h3][/color]

Lux's mopey friend mentioned that he liked blueberries, eyes slightly downcast. Angel's face softened, teeth locked down on the corner of his bottom lip, and considered the amount of antioxidant-heavy smoothies he'd be making. It would almost be easier to just make the same for everybody and cut up some apple for Cyare, maybe just sprinkle some extra blend atop Kaia's...

[color=ed1c24]"I,"[/color] spoke the softie, [color=ed1c24]"am on it, guys."[/color]

He disappeared through the door behind Kaia briefly and came out with a large portion of the food stores he and the blind mage had brought from the last town they visited, burning a path to the common room with the other mages in tow. To keep Kaia in the loop on his whereabouts at the head of the line, he would knock on the wood of a table they passed, or giggle quietly once or twice. The little things.

[color=ed1c24]"Kaia, it's going to be your job to keep an ear out for Cyare. You need to fend her off if she starts getting uppity."[/color]

The Tactical Mage got a playful smile, with a rare lack of trepidation.

[color=ed1c24]"I'll handle the dorky paladin."[/color]

Lux got a similar grin.