[h3][color=f49ac2]Chloe Caldwin[/color][/h3]

Chloe tuned out of the world everyone else existed in for a moment as Reynold sat down in a nearby chair, and Sarah stood over her shoulder. Chloe said nothing to them, looking down at her pancake. It was a little moment of silence, and Chloe finished up her pancake. "Delicious. Thank you, Jensen." She stood up to go and take care of her plates.

She perked up as she heard her name during Bridget's conversation.

[color=salmon]"...You're smart."[/color] Bridget let out a brief sigh and looked over at Chloe. [color=salmon]"Sadly I can't say that about Chloe."[/color]

"Hmm." Sarah said, raising an eyebrow at Chloe. Anyone paying attention would see Chloe look wide-eyed at Bridget and her mean glare, before making eye-contact with an empty space to the right of where she was previously sitting. "There is not much to say about that one, dear," Sarah continued.

"Seems to be a lack of good humor in your new friend Bridget," the noblewoman said glancing condescendingly over at the big woman lazily lay on the couch.

Chloe said nothing back to Bridget, sitting down at her chair. Reynold made a loud comment. "Devils and demons hate when they are defeated in word play, it's true. They always try to make tricksy deals and the like, so they end up with your soul in the after life. Fortunately for you, young Caldwin, it seems the red one is not very skilled at the art of word play." Reynold thought back to the picture of the other she-demon Viorel was shown a picture of earlier in the morning. Strange times.

Chloe shook her head, raising an eyebrow and smiling at Reynold's strange comment. Chloe simply sat at the table, arms in front of her, spacing out once again, waiting for time to pass so she could get to what she was excited and nervous for- the big parade.