𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿 .

𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 ;;

You totally did, though. You even said it. (He's still holding the olives out.)

... Yeah, that makes sense. (With a sigh, Arboliva still had something. He'd pull a few olives out of nowhere, holding them out.) Here. Call it a consolation prize.

"Like, sit back, relax, and if you get nervous uhh stare at my boobs or something." Thalia started getting her makeup out of her purse. Arguably entirely too much stuff for doing one's makeup but she spared no expense in looking even cuter than she naturally was.

Maybe I will. (He's a bit smug about it, getting a little in her face over it.) Do I get anything for winning?

Sure. Then I think I won. (He's always wearing "formal" clothes, even if he never has the tie on right. She's probably got him beat.)

So... what? Competitive dressing? Like contests? (It's a very human thing. Arboliva didn't expect that.)

"We can, like, do that later. We can do you now."

It's a... sport? (She's already lost him. Somehow.)

"We can totes make time! We can, like, skip the going out part and just make you look super cute and stay in together!"

"I can lend you some! Like, I'll make you look ultra cute too! We'll totally look like twins and we can go out on the town!"

"I know, right? But, like, look at that. We totally have stuff in common. We should, like, hang out sometime."