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Tatia met Nolan's infectious, glowing smile with a smile of her own, though one of about a tenth the intensity. She turned the same smile on Mitch, then quickly stopped, because that was a lot of effort to waste on someone who evidently could not see it. [color=#DA70D6]"Well, thanks for allowing my trespassing on your plot, then. I'm Tatia. Fale," [/color] she said, pealing a tangerine, spritzing the air with pleasant bursts of citrus oil that made her nose twitch. [color=#DA70D6]"F-A-L-E, not F-A-I-L, but...yeah. It's still kind of unfortunate."[/color]

She didn't really have the scope to measure what actually made a last name unfortunate around here.

She looked over her shoulder at the fight... which she hadn't bothered to glance at before, so she could give Mitch a little more detail. [color=#DA70D6]"Massive ginger girl and some fuckboy appear to be having a food fight. Now he's doing some uhhhhhh water magic shit. Nolan's concept of having something handled is somewhat debatable, but, you know. I do think we're out of the splash zone, so there's that,"[/color] she said rather tonelessly, and turned back to her tangerine.

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[color=#E6E6FA]"Oh, yeah, I'm fine,"[/color] he said. He could tell Caius was frustrated, but at least he was being polite about it. Of course, Toby didn't notice the genuineness of the concern, since he only expected the annoyance part. Eager to seem helpful, not wanting to make an enemy, he responded to the boy's cry for a teacher with, [color=#E6E6FA]"I, ahm, think I saw Maeve--Byrne, Professor Byrne somewhere over... " [/color] He gestured vaguely, but couldn't spot her, scooting out of the way surreptitiously so that Caius could see the fight better. Toby didn't really want to watch. He felt like he might be watching his future, except you'd have to replace what looked like a quick-thinking aquamancer with his dopey self, and that really couldn't improve the odds. He looked to the girl who was wearing a gas mask for no discernible reason instead, trying not to let his face show how unsettling it was to look at a girl who was, you know, wearing a gas mask for no discernible reason. 

[color=#E6E6FA]"Sorry," [/color] he repeated lamely, still proffering a napkin to her.