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Ivy looked up just in time to see Mitch looking at her, and made a face before shrinking down in her chair, presuming he was thinking something negative about her... So maybe she didn't always trust strange adults so much either. It was her dad's job to freak out over her future, she didn't...

"I wish I could drop out of school," Ivy said, briefly looking away from the arachnid still sneaking across the tabletop. Dark frowned, this evidently being a conversation he had often, and he replied by saying, "But you do excellent in school." "But it's boring. And I don't like the other...

"I might have taught you in high school, had we lived closer," Dark replied, "but I can say little about how the American education system was before I began to teach. I did not have my high school degree until I was thirty six. It is quite difficult to go through school when you barely speak...

Rose nodded as Mitch spoke, even though she couldn't really relate to how he felt, because she did have such a strong connection to 'home'... but she did understand what it was like to not feel like you were there, even amongst people who cared for you, "I think, sometimes, if my family all...

"They take a really long time to get the fruit out," Ivy murmured, without looking up, while pushing the food around on her plate with her fork to make it look like she was eating. "Fruit of paradise..." Dark sighed, his mind drifting back to childhood, where the trees simply grew, and the one...

"I am unsure the access to the correct ingredients is here," Dark replied, ignoring the existence of the 'salad' on his plate, in attempt to make his child believe it was, in fact, edible, "when I traveled with work, I passed through towns such as this often, and I could go ages without finding...

Dark leaned down and softly said something to Ivy, prompting a brief conversation between the two. Although nobody else at the table could understand them, he was attempting to convince Ivy to be polite and at least try the salad, although he did so without scolding her, and she was trying to...

"Hello... thank you..." Ivy replied to Olivia, but said little else. She didn't want to be rude, but she was mistrusting. She preferred Gabriel, who said almost nothing to her, but she still did not feel confident around him, either. And anyway, it wasn't like she thought it was nice she was...

"And you are just a human," Dark replied, "but I am sure to yourself and to those who care about you, you are much more than a little thing with cells and limbs, squirming beneath an unforgiving sun. Out there," he gestured out the window, towards the sky, "who knows what other creatures may...

"Maybe it depends on where the bugs are from. Not all humans speak the same language, so why would all bugs? Especially because there are more bugs than people in all the world," Rose mentioned. If she had wanted to, she could have further impressed the table by reminding them all she was...

"People always think I'm trying to scare 'em. Them. It's because my family is creepy, and Mama and Baba used to work in a carnival, and Mama never stopped talking to ghosts. But we only sometimes try to scare people." Ivy replied, and smirked slightly as she said it. She had no idea she...

"I learned the opposite way when I was twelve years old and moved to the United States after the first war," Dark replied, knowing full well what she meant, but being far too proud to answer her question in any other way... but not so proud he did not then confess, "but I could not write much...

"Sounds great," Rose said cheerfully, but she had already expressed her willingness to go, and to the children said, "when you're writing music, it's really easy t'get too int'what you're doing, so you write too quickly t'remember your penmenship. Try writing every thought you have down as...

"Hello," Ivy said, keeping her hands in the pockets of her overalls. If her father was in the room, he would have told her to take her hands out, but he wasn't, and she didn't see the point in it. What else were pockets for? She liked her overalls because they had such nice pockets. It was...

"It's like suddenly, all I can think about is religion," Rose laughed, "where are those embarrassing conversation topic cards when you need them? Or the children? They always have something interesting to talk about." "Ivy should be washing her hands." Dark replied, still watching the...

Ivy had gone inside with her father, because it was time for lunch, and she was sent to wash her hands. Normally her father followed her too, she didn't know where he had stopped off at. Maybe he went upstairs. It didn't really matter, she figured. Mama rarely made her wash her hands before...

Rose nodded, knowing Ishade was probably right, although she was disappointed to have found a topic Dark was willing to speak about, but it was for the best. Who knows what may have happened if Selene was in the room when they were all speaking honestly about their feelings regarding religion...

"How long?" Dark repeated, and looked silently up at the ceiling, recounting the years in his head. He didn't say anything for a long time, and then finally he said, "It must have been when I was about eighteen, I think, or perhaps a bit later, when I began to identify as an athiest. It was...

"If you speak t'my folks, they'll tell you about our plight. Risk of being smoke on account of being Irish is fully in line with the tales of gloom they tell us not t'forget." Rose replied, but deep down knew it didn't take much for her to share the same stories of woe, because event though...

"Ah, don't get me started," Rose replied, with all the appropriately exaggerated gestures, "try going through puberty while being educated by good, hardy Irish nuns. I still have nightmares about Sister Prudence, took me ages before I could look at a penguin. But I know how you feel..." She...