[color=lightpink]”I’m Yaschas Dia Nadia… Hello. Oh, yeah... I am a cook.”[/color] 

The machine could discern that the residual glossy lacrimation enveloping each eyeball insinuated that this young female had recently sobbed. Unfortunately, the amount, frequency, and inciting trigger for the tears were beyond her algorithms. She would have to [b]ASK[/b].

[color=fff200]“Greetings and salutations, Chef Nadia!  Your specific services will be unnecessary for me as I do not eat for nourishment nor pleasure. I believe everyone else, though, will seek you during times of hunger.”[/color]

Stepping up, parading her prosthetic as her lead, she glanced at the various personages comprising of the group behind the stylish Julian, specifically the teenager of the Dia tribe.  Her Pulsian red, pink, green and silver attire flamboyantly clashed with the blue wreathes that surrounded her constricted pupils, attracted further attention from Brax.

[color=fff200]“Do you cry often? Why so? And please elaborate if sadness accompanies this shedding of biological fluids.”[/color]

[@Landaus Five-One]