Anora placed her glass down and watched Pahn with curiosity as his demeanor changed with just a bit of pizza. Her brows raised further when even his words came more willingly and naturally. She cast a worried glance to Dino, trying to remind Pahn of the chef’s presence, but Dino did not so much as cock his head at the statements she was sure would sound rather odd at best.
	Anora absently tore off part of the bread stick and mopped it around a pool of the red sauce on her plate. Her action fell still, letting the bread soak in the sauce as Pahn’s behavior grew that much stranger.
	[color=goldenrod][i]What in the world?[/i][/color] She watched his seated dance with an expression somewhere between inquisitive, amused, and a bit fearful that he had gone insane. She shifted in her seat with no idea how to react to his bizarre display that was all, she could only assume, because of his pizza.
	She looked away only when movement caught her attention from the table nearest them as a well-dressed man stood, then glanced to Dino when he walked away, looking even less undisturbed by Pahn’s actions as he had been by his words.
	[color=violet]“Was that your ‘Happy Pizza Dance?’”[/color] she asked with a smirk, her brows still raised. [color=violet]“Or something I should be worried about?”[/color]
	She stole another glance to the table with the man, who had since removed the more expensive-looking aspects of his attire, but still stood. As she moved to return her attention to Pahn, she saw all four pairs of eyes look to her and Pahn’s table in unison, for the first time noticing the similar eye color.
	A sense of foreboding again stepped down Anora’s spine, and she quickly looked back to the helping of lasagna in front of her.
	[color=goldenrod][i]I thought green was a rare eye color? And who… Urgh! Stop it![/i][/color] she ordered herself silently, again reaching for the glass of water. She momentarily contemplated excusing herself and following the woman into the bathroom to prove to herself that she was just being overly paranoid, but then Pahn began to speak to her again, his tone more friendly than she had yet to hear it.
	[b]“But, if you’re connected to the titan I’m suspecting, then…”[/b]
	She inhaled and choked into the glass on the sip of water she had taken. She quickly placed the glass back on the table, and wiped at her mouth with the back of her opposite hand.
	[color=violet]“The… [i]what?[/i]”[/color]
	She could only gape at him as he continued, still trying to process the first thing he had said, let alone the existence of Olympus, or that Pahn lived there. The rabbit hole she had plunged into just kept getting curiouser and curiouser.
	She raised a palm toward him. [color=violet]“Hold on. Back up. I’m connected to a [i]titan?[/i] And a follow-up question, if I may:”[/color] she placed her hand on the table, the people with matching eyes temporarily forgotten, [color=violet]“[i]titans exist?[/i] You've got to be joking!”[/color]