[center][h2][color=662d91]Jill Henderson[/color][/h2][/center]

For a moment, Jill felt a bit of pity for this poor, overly literal-minded robot. She opened her mouth to explain what a 'dog person' means in this context. Then her mouth hung open wider in SHOCK at the brash level of insult in his next comment. Who said something like that on a first date?!

Jill gritted her teeth and her hand flew to her purse of its own accord. She felt around for another spell component. Just as her bony fingers found a small jewel, her wits caught up to her emotions. Jill let out a strained sigh between her teeth and slowly pulled her hand away. The roommates had just spent a lot of Grok's money on this event, and they [i]barely[/i] had time to do anything with it yet. If Jill started a fight and got the whole group kicked out right away, she would have a hard time living it down. 

The not-a-lich made her best attempt at a smugly composed expression as she turned back to the robot. Some clear fury remained in her posture, though.

[color=662d91]"I know not which era you may be speaking of,"[/color] Jill began in a voice like a rushing river glossed over by smooth ice. [color=662d91]"I am unaware of any custom of adorning witches in 'cow pies.' As a matter of fact, if witches were not burned in their typical attire, they would often be dressed in white as a cruelly ironic gesture of purity. Like that time when [b]they tried to burn me."[/b][/color]

Jill took a large swig of her rum. Too large, in fact, as trickle of it spilled down her exposed neck vertebrae. Fortunately, her navy dress soaked it up, so she wouldn't have to contend with an awkward accident on the floor. Jill spat the rest of it into her glass and looked at the robot with narrowed... brow bones.

[color=662d91]"Now, if you [i]earnestly[/i] desire the slightest chance of success here, I would advise you stick to the script... 'Leo.' Or at least think of questions which are not dripping with insult."[/color]

Jill tapped Leo's dating questionnaire and then held her skull in her hand.

[color=662d91]"By the Nine Hells, no wonder this man is still single..."[/color]

[@DraconiWarlord]
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[h2][center][color=fff79a]Sondra[/color][/center][/h2]

Sondra's lush lips froze in a blank expression. W...wow. She was accustomed to men getting straight to the point, but [i]this[/i] was new. After a few seconds of surprise, the blonde put a warm smile on her face.

[color=fff79a]"You're not from around here, are you?"[/color] Sondra replied, a tantalizing hint of laughter adorning her smooth voice. [color=fff79a]"People don't tend to trade livestock for marriage these days. You say you're from... Sharg? Tell me more about what it's like there."[/color]

[@Sleeth]