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[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Magda Memorial Housing Complex
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	Waverley's lips jutted out as she waited for an answer to her lunch inquiry, dropping her arm from her stomach when it seemed no one was going to comment. For her, the decision was pretty much made up for the time being, and the idea of food was much more appealing than the idea of continuing a discussion in which she had already decided her side. Much like Veil, Waverley tensed up at Max's magic, though for different reasons. Part of her prepared to lash out with a sonic blast in case this was when Max finally snapped, but when the magical light instead created some sort of shield around the inner walls of the apartment, she relaxed. So much so she snorted a little at James' joke.

	[color=purple]"I think there's a spell for that...try Accio Viagra,"[/color] she added, unable to fight of the smirk that overtook her face. It faltered, though, when Havok began pointing fingers at those of them who'd awoken early. She stepped towards him, hoping to cash in on any good will she'd earned by checking on him earlier to calm him down. [color=purple]"Dude, if you really think you're in a country of enemies, treating your friends like shit is probably a bad call,"[/color] she warned, before letting out a sigh. It seemed like a decision had been made. With a hopeful tone in her voice, she added, [color=purple]"Soooo...a yes to staying, and a maybe to food?"[/color]