At the Theater
Bal: Bal was waiting for Fleur at the camp entrance for their time to go to the town. He didn't wore anything casual. Just a Black Sabbath t-shirt and denim pants. He also wore his hidden blades, which looks like handbands, and a few bombs just in case there are some monsters that will attack them.
Fleur: She skips happily down the road, wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans. Her spear is tucked away safely, in case of a monster attack. "Hello again," she says cheerfully. "Are you ready to go?"
Bal: "Yeah. Let's go to the bus stop." He said to her. They walked towards the bus stop for the bus, which caused an awkward silence. He doesn't know what to say, especially since he doesn't talk to girls much.
Fleur: Feeling a need to break the uncomfortable silence, she clears her throat and looks over at Bal, who seems just as awkward as she. "Erm...what is your favorite color? I like purple. And croissants. And working with my spear. And talking --" She stops speaking abuptly, feeling quite stupid for rambling on and on. She blushes as the silence continues.
Bal: He laugh for a bit at her silliness. He tried to answer her question. "Well, I like black if that answer your question." Another silence occur and thought of another question. "Have you ever, um, had a boyfriend before?" He asked her.
Fleur: She looks at him in disbelief. "Who, me?" she laughs dryly and shakes her head. "I was never really out and about much when I lived in France, so there was not a time I really wanted one. I worked in my dad's shop most of the time, and I was kept quite busy." She looks over at him. "What did you do before you came to Camp?"
Bal: "Running. Keeping myself alive. I had no one to depend to so I did my best to keep myself going." He told her sadly, though he was a bit happy with her answer. He didn't know why though.
Fleur: She winces sympathetically. "I suppose you had a hard life before you came to Camp, huh? Being a child of Hermes, you must like moving around a lot." She picks at her jean pocket casually, wondering what she was going to say next.
Bal: "Yeah, you can't really harm Artemis' golden stag without making her mad." He said, sub-consiously holding one of his old wounds from the attacks.
Fleur: She eyes him like he is crazy, because no one in their right mind would lay a finger on that goddess's stuff. "You are saying that you actually tried to hunt Artemis's stag..." she says slowly.
Bal: He frown. "What? No. It is the stag who is tryin--" Before he could say anything about his problem with sacred animal, the bus came to a stop in front of them. "Oh look, the bus is here." He told her, changing the subject.
Fleur: She can tell he is trying to change the subject, and and temporarily drops the subject, jumping on the bus and situating herself next to a window in a seat. As soon as they were seated, however, Fleur immediately says, "As you were saying...?"
Bal: He sighed. Bal was hoping she would forget about it sooner or later. But what was the point of hiding it. Almost everyone knows about his stag problem at camp, but why doesn't he want to tell her about it. Is it because of her reaction? Is he afraid that she would look at him in pity if she finds out? He shook his head. She deserve to know. She is a friend, right? "Um.. Artemis' stag kinda hates me. It likes to attack me from time to time." He told her.
Fleur: She raises an eyebrow, rather impressed that he did something so bad as to invoke the wrath of Artemis. "And what did you do to make Artemis angry? I mean, they are deities, so it is quite easy to tick them off, but still, it must be an interesting story..."
Bal: He looked up, as if he is finding the right answer for her question. "I don't know. I never met her before." He said, finally. "I had this curse since I was a baby. That was what my mom said."
Fleur: "Ah, so it is your family that did something to invoke Artemis's anger, hm?" She watches him with facination and wonders where he was going with this conversation. "Was it your mother?"
Bal: "I don't know my real mom. My step-sister took me in. She told me about what happen to my real mom before she was put into a coma." He told her sadly.
Fleur: She pats his back rather awkwardly, wondering what she was supposed to say to something like this. "I am truly sorry," she says softly. "It sounds fake, I know. It is said too many times without any meaning. I do not know how you feel; I have not lost someone in this painful way. But your mother - and you - have my sympathy."
Bal: "My step-sister was a demigod, so she knew that something like that will happen to her. At least she was just in a coma. So, don't worry about it." He told her, looking at her eyes. They stared at each other for a while before the bus came to a stop at the town. He broke the eye contact and said. "Um, yeah. This is our stop."
Fleur: Breaking eye-contact with Bal, she clears her throat uncomfortably. She waits for Bal to step out, and then she steps out herself. They get off the bus and just stand there, the air thick with tension. Fleur finally breaks the silence. "I think the coma is almost worse than death, if you know that there is almost no chance of her coming back. It would be so painful just to sit there watching her life go by as your grow older, wishing that she was there -" she notices that he is starting to look very uncomfortable and abruptly stops. "Well," she says cheerfully, trying to break the tautness of the moment, "where do you want to go first?"
Bal: He smiled at her, as if he is thanking her for not pushing the subject further. "How about we go to the movies. I heard they got a lot of new ones." He told her.
Fleur: She smiles back and agrees. "That does sound nice. I do not go to movies much, so I do not know what is out, but I guess we can just pick one and see that."
Bal: He nodded and they began to walk. "So, you don't go outside much? No boyfriends, no movies. Your dad must be overprotective with his little girl." He told her, teasingly.
Fleur: She turns on him, sparks shooting from her eyes. "I was born and raised in France. He could have brought me to Camp to keep me safe, but he did not. He choose my happiness over his, though I always was kept at his side. I did not want to leave France to come to this camp, but I had to. So now I am here."
Bal: "You must really have a great dad." He told her. "Wish I had one like yours. A real dad that cares for his son."
Fleur: She nods. "Yes, my father is an exceptional man. As for the gods, well...they are deities. What would you expect?"
Bal: "I don't know. An explanation, I guess. Why do I have to be curse to hide from stags? Why my mom had to die without him protecting her? I have so many questions that I want to know and he is the only one who can give it to me. Can't he just give me a letter? He is the God of Messagers for pete sake!" He said, screaming into the sky.
Fleur: She feels an outburst of sympathy for the son of Hermes, but she puts a finger to her lips to quiet him. "Bal, please," she implores, looking around. "People are watching. Do - do you need to go back?" She is in complete agreement with him, and yet cannot bring herself to admit it, seeing as her father sent her here and not the Broken Covenant.
Bal: "Sorry, no. It is just fine. I don't want to ruin this d- trip because I hate my dad. No biggie." He told her, starting to calm down.
Fleur: She gives him a tight smile and holds out her hand in a comforting way. "Then let us go," she says calmingly. "Before we attract more attention."
Bal: "Yeah." They arrived at the theater after that. Bal looked at the movies but couldn't of anything that they both like. "Um, what kinds of movie do you like?" He asked her.
Fleur: "You are going to assume romance right away - and you are right - I do like romance movies." She grins wryly. "But I like action movies better. I am also a big fan of Disney. More obsessed than your average six-year-old girl, actually."
Bal: "That narrow it down to three: Frozen, Taken 2, and... really? They got the Notebook showing here?" He asked no one in particular. He doesn't really like chick flicks, but his mom made him watch so much of them that he started to love these types of movies.
Fleur: "EEEEEEEK!!! THEY HAVE FROZEN?!?" Then she seems to remember she is out in public and covers her mouth, her ears turning red. She clears her throat, turning away to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks. "Ahem. I mean, Frozen would be nice, yes." She smiles sweetly and snatches some money out of her pocket to and throws it on the ticket counter before she could do anything else embarrassing. "Are you okay with Frozen?"
Bal: He tried not to laugh at her reaction. He did want to watch the Notebook again, but he should keep his date happy. Wait why did he say she was his date? She doesn't like him, and neither was him, didn't he? He shook away his thoughts and agreed with her on the movie Frozen. "You want to buy something to eat first?" He asked her.
Fleur: "Okay," she replies cheerfully. "Two tickets for Frozen, please." The ticket lady gives them the tickets, and she walks with Bal over to the candy counter. "So, what would you like? Popcorn...Dots...gummy worms?"
Bal: "Popcorn, you tell me what you like, I'm buying." He told her, as the guy in the counter gets the popcorn.
Fleur: "Hm...I think I will have a small popcorn and a Mountain Dew. Ooh! And raisinets. Those are good." She looks over at him. "Are you sure you want to pay?"
Bal: "Positive. Um, also--" But he was cutted by a familiar voice.
Jack: "I know, Buddy. I heard the hot hot lady." Jake replied to his friend.
Bal: "Jack, what are you doing here?" Bal asked him, still annoyed why the guy is here.
Jack: "Earning money, and looking for hot girls. Who's your date." He asked him, pointing at Fleur.
Fleur: She looks confused at first, but she vaguely recognizes this boy from Camp. She steps forward and smiles, trying to placate the two demigods. "Hello," she says calmy. "Do you need something?"
Jack: "Yeah, I want to know if how a guy like Bal over here hooked up with a girl like you." He asked her, really curious how Bal could score a date when he couldn't.
Fleur: "First of all," she starts, "he is not officially my date. Second of all, you probably need to stop looking for a girlfriend and just let her come to you."
Jack: "Sure he isn't. And, that is not how it works. Because, you got to admit. You didn't came and talk to him, he came and talk to you." He took their orders and gave it to them. "You two lovebirds have a good time." He said as he said goodbye.
Bal: "Don't mind, Jack. He is crazy." He told her, a bit embarrassed with Jack childish behavior.
Fleur: She shrugs. "Of course I do not mind him. That is the behavior of most boys anyway." She looks at Bal and asks, you ready to get the food?"
Bal: "Already got them." He showed her their food. "Let's go inside before the movie starts." He said as they walked towards the door.
Fleur: They walk into the theater and sit themselves in the middle of the theater for better viewing. "You know, by the time all of these previews are over, the popcorn is going to be gone."
Bal: "And that is why, I ordered two large for myself." He said to himself. They walked towards two empty sits at the front and sat on them.
Fleur: "Ah good. As you may already be able to see, I like to eat. A lot." She grabs a handful of kernels from Bal and stuffs them into her mouth as she speaks. Then the previews start, the lights dim, and all goes quiet except for the movie...
Bal: "But, you are still hot though." He said, while the trailers started to come out. He glad he said it while there was loud boom, or Fleur would have heard it and it would have been embarrassing.
Fleur: Engrossed in her popcorn, she hears Bal mumble something unintelligible. "What was that?" sh asks noncommittally, shoving another handful of popcorn into her mouth.
Bal: He thank the gods that the movies is black, or she would have seen him blushed. "Nothing, just excited for the movie. That is all."
Fleur: She gives him a big smile. "I know!" she squeals. Thankful that the theater is dark, she covers her mouth and hopes that Bal cannot see her blushing. "Sorry," she whispers. "I get a little excited sometimes."
Bal: He laugh for a bit. "Yeah, you sound like you haven't watch this yet." He told her.
Fleur: She shakes her head automatically, even though she knows that Bal cannot see her. "No, i have not," she confirms. "But I have seen the trailer once, and it looked very cool."
Bal: "That is good then." He smiled at her as the movie started. He gave her the other popcorn since she just ate hers in the trailers.
Fleur: "Thank you." She grabs another handful and pops it into ther mouth as the movie starts. As it progresses, she periodically hands Bal the popcorn bucket so he can take some also.
Bal: They watched the movie for a while. As they watched, Bal often looked at Fleur when she is focused in watching the movie. For him, she look really beautiful, which made him feel weird. At one point, she caught him looking at her.
Fleur: A piece of popcorn almost falls out of her mouth as she watches Bal whip his head back toward the movie. Covering her mouth to conceal the almost-fallen kernel, she leans in and whispers, "Did you need something?"
Bal: He snapped out of his gazed and thought of a lie. "Um.. there is popcorn on your hair." He said, skillfully pretending to take a piece of popcorn on her hair and ate it.
Fleur: She raises an eyebrow playfully. "Do you really think it would be so easy to lie to me?" she whispers. "I am quite good at reading people, and their emotions, you know, me being a daughter of Aphrodite."
Bal: He moved his face towards her, so that they were nose to nose. He could feel her breath close to his and vice versa. "Do you really want to know why I was looking at you?" He said, not taking his eyes off her.
Fleur: Her heartbeat quickening, she grins and looks at Bal in the eye. "I do not know. Do I?" She secretly wonders if he has issues with staring at a screen too long or something. Meanwhile, Elsa starts singing the song "Let It Go" in the movie.
Bal: It was the same as last time. He wanted to do it but there is something that was holding him back: Guilt. He looked away. "That is a secret you will learn in another day." He said, winking at her.
Fleur: She smiles at him slyly. "You may think so," she says, "but do not underestimate my powers of persuasion." She wiggles her eyebrows before turning back to the movie.
Bal: "I like to see you try." He said slyly, but with his eyes looking at the screen.
Fleur: She smirks and turns back to the movie also, her mind going through different way to get him to tell her. It really wasn't a matter of what he had actually said, now it was only a matter of getting him to say it.
Bal: They were at the part where the Anna and Kristoff fell over the cliff when Bal felt something weird. He knew this feeling, so he decided to tap Fleur at the shoulders. "Be right back. Just going to.. umm.. go to the bathroom." He said to her.
Fleur: She wonders how he could have to go to the bathroom at a moment like this in the movie, but she nods vaguely, muttering "Okay" as quietly as possible as so not to disturb the others around them.
Bal: As he walked towards the bathroom, that weird feeling hit him again. It is not just a weird thought now, it is really here. He turned and found that his feeling was right. Behind him came a creature that isn't meant to be in the movies: A stag. It moves slowly to Bal, as if it is getting ready to attack. Bal slowly walked backwards until he got near the fire exit. As the stag charge, he went outside and close the door.
The stag couldn't stop itself and slams the door with its horns. He didn't like animals to get stuck on something, but at least it won't attack him now. Before he could relax, however, the stag ripped its horns out from the door and looked at Bal with absolute hate. As the stag is about to run at him again, Bal sprinted away from that place, not wanting to cause any other damage.
Fleur: About five minutes later, Fleur tears her eyes away from the movie and turns to comment about the movie to Bal, but he isn't there. Remembering something about him having to go to the bathroom, she frowns and stands up from her seat. Bal should have been back by now, she thinks, fear rising in her chest.
You are probably over-reacting, a little voice in her head says.
Still, it is never bad to be safe, the other part reminds her. With a sigh, Fleur makes her way toward the exit, her hand ready to pull out her weapon at any time.
Bal: He ran and ran until he reach the nearest park. He looked around and found that he lost the stag somehow. He sighed in relief and took out a gold drachma from his pocket. He turn into the fountain, which was making a rainbow with the sunlight, and threw the coin.
"O, Iris! Goddess of the Rainbow! Accept my offering! Show me Fleur la Croix!"
Fleur: As she runs outside into the bright sunlight, Fleur blinks, adjusting her eyes to the harsh light. She looks around for Bal, and when she does not see him immediately, she starts off in a frantic search. As she jogs along, a flickering image suddenly forms beside her, and she screeches to a halt to watch it.
Bal: He saw the image of his friend outside of the movies. "Thank the gods you're out. Listen, I am in the park right now. Ar--" Before he could finish his sentence, a grey wolf slash the mist. Bal backed up and found seven dire wolves looking at him with hate.
Afer the Theater
Fleur: She opens her mouth, about to ask a question, when a large, furry paw slashes through the Mist and dissipates it. "Bal!" she cries, unsheathing her spear. "Hang on, I'm coming!" With that, she took off like a shot for the park, hoping that Bal wouldn't be ripped to shreds before she got there.
Bal: Meanwhile, Bal looked like he would be dead after five minutes. He manage to kill four of them, but was badly wounded by the other three. He couldn't tell if he would last longer. He hoped help will come soon or he will be toasted.
Fleur: Gasping and panting, Fleur flies across the street to get to the park, where she dearly hoped Bal would still be alive. She arrived to see Bal barely standing, pinned up against a tree, with three large wolves surrounding him, growling and baring their teeth triumphantly. With a loud screech, Fleur throws her spear at the one closest to Bal, causing it to disintegrate into yellow dust before the other two knew what was happening. She dodges one wolf's leap and grabs her spear, stabbing it. She faces the last wolf defiantly, brandishing her spear. The wolf leaps with a deafening howl, but Fleur ducks and stabs the wolf as it flies over her. The last wolf dead, she runs over to where Bal is barely standing. He sways, as if he could be knocked over by a feather.
Bal: Bal wasn't looking so good. He knew his ribs and his left leg are broken. Not to mention, the bite marks on his legs are very deep. But, he didn't looked like he was in deep in pain. He smiled at her, just as he smiled when he saw her come towards the camp entrance. "Hey, what took you?" He said, not minding the pain.
Fleur: She smiles back and sheathes her spear. "I think that a thank you would also be in order, instead of complaints about how long I took," she says teasingly. "Now let's get you back to Camp. I only brought a bit of ambrosia - here." She reaches into her coat pocket and pulls out a baggie of ambrosia. "Eat it."
Bal: "But, I am wounded. Can you feed it for me?" He said, teasing and telling her as if she was his personal nurse.
Fleur: She gives him the Evil Eye, but smiles at the same time, breaking off a piece and stuffing it in his mouth. "There. Happy?" As Bal nibbles on the remainder of the ambrosia, Fleur looks around for a way to transport Bal back to Camp.
Bal: He ate the godly food with a little blush. After that, some of his wounds are gone, but there is still some wounds that are not healing. He tried to stand up but couldn't. He cursed in his mind but he couldn't blame anyone at the moment. "What now?" He asked her.
Fleur: "You will sit there until I figure out what to do," she orders, flicking her hand impatiently. "If you stand up you will kill yourself." She looks away for a moment to search her coat pockets for drachmas and comes up empty. When she spots Bal stil trying to move, she glares at him, causing him to wither and stop moving. "Lay doooooowwwn," she says scarily. "I told you you are going to injure yourself further."
Bal: He saw her face and immediately sat straight. "Yes, mam." He said, not wanting to anger the girl. "Can we at least sit on a bench over there?" He asked her, pointing at the park's bench.
Fleur: She thinks for a moment then relents. All right, then," she says, "but do not blaime me if you injure yourself further." She stoops to pick him up carefully.
Bal: "Don't worry. I am used to being in this kind of pain." He told her as she helped him up. They went towards the bench where they sat down together. "So, where do you want to go next?" He asked her.
Fleur: She rolls her eyes. "Camp would be good," she says through gritted teeth. "Unless you want to go jump off a cliff somewhere. Now, what was the name of that boy you know, the annoying one?" She holds up a drachama triumphantly. "Here it is! Now, what is the name of that one boy?"
Bal: "I think that isn't need." He said. "Here he comes." He said, pointing at an Asian man which looked nothing like Jack as he is American.
Jack: "Hey guys." He said to them. Then he notice the broken leg. "Dude, what happen to your leg?"
Fleur: "It is a very long story," Fleur says impatiently. "Now, I need you to run back to Camp and get me some more ambrosia, and perhaps a medical kit. Grab a child of Apollo and book it back here as fast as you can. Understood?"
Jack: "I am no Apollo kid, but I have a medical kit and some ambrosia with me. Plus, I have some healing skills from my t--" He stopped himself before saying. "training."
Bal: Knowing about Jack's secret, he decided to save him. "Say, why are you asian right now?" he asked him.
Jack: "Oh, there is a chinese place that have 50% discount to asian people. That is why I looking like an asian guy." He told him. "And, oh. If anyone ask, I am Ryan Cho."
Fleur: "All right then, Ryan Cho. Now, give me that medical kit before this guy dies." She holds out her hand impatiently. "Now."
Ryan Cho: "I think I can do this, miss. This is very easy to fix." He said in his Japanese accent. "This may sting a bit." He said as he moved his leg. Bal looked like he was going to scream but then Ryan added his mix of nectar and ambrosia paste into his legs to calm down the pain.
Bal: After a long and painful first aid, Bal's leg was on a cast and his ribs were wrapped properly. Ryan even gave him crutches to help him move. He looked at him with a frown. "Where did you get these?" He asked him.
Ryan Cho: "Someone gave them to me." He told him. It was true that someone did gave it to him, but Lord Hermes told him not to tell his son that he was helping him.
Fleur: As she watches, grumbling the whole time about how she could have done the same thing, she wonders where Ryan Cho obtained the crutches, but didn't ask him. She figured that it was a subject best left alone. "So now what?" she asks. "Are you going tom ake him hobble on crutches all the way back to Camp?"
Ryan Cho: He looked at her as if he was hurt from what she just say. "And lose the chance for my good friend over here to score a girl? Of course not! The crutches are just there until his legs heals for the next few hours. The mixed nectar and ambrosia should heal him as fast as 3-4 hours at max." He said tapping Bal's broken leg, which the latter wince in pain.
Ryan went close to Fleur and to her silently so that Bal wouldn't hear him. "Bal seems to enjoying your date, ok? Don't make him go back to the camp just yet." He told her.
Fleur: She rolls her eyes and pats Bal's leg, making him wince some more. "Are you quite sure you are not a child of Aphrodite? Because you sure are acting like one." She glares at Ryan and picks up the medical kit. "And that is why you are here. To get Balthazar back to Camp as quickly as possible."
Bal: Ryan looked at Bal in a "Sorry, dude. I tried." kind of way. He looked down, clearly disappointed with the outcome of their trip. He really wanted to stay more but it looks like Fleur doesn't want to, even if he was already given chance a stay a little longer. "It is ok, I guess." He told him.
Ryan Cho: He felt bad about Bal. He was told by Lord Hermes to help out Bal with his date. He even went as far as pretending to be a snack vendor to help him out with the movie expense. He looked at her again and sighs. "Here. I still have a job to do. So, I can't bring him myself." He said as he gave them two bus tickets. He went to Bal, gave him something and whisper in his ears. Bal just nodded at his words.
Fleur: She narrows her eyes suspicously at this, but does not say anything about it. "May I ask what mission is keeping you here, Mr. Cho?" She cannot help but feel a bit suspicious of his shady and rather flirtatious nature. "Surely, if it is important, you need someone helping you?"
Ryan Cho: "It is not really a mission, more like a request." He told her. "But, something came up. So, I guess my mission is a failure. Anyways, I shouldn't keep you guys busy. I better go and meet with someone at that chinese place I mention earlier." He turned and walk away.
Bal: He tried to stand up and watched as Jack walk away. "Well, I guess we better get going." He told her.
Fleur: As Ryan walks off, she nods in agreement. "Of course. Now can you stand without falling over?" She reaches down to help him up.
Bal: "Yeah. I can." He stood up with the crutches to aid him. Thanks to Jack's healing method, he doesn't feel much pain anymore. Though there were some stings every now and then. "It really makes you wonder whether he is really a son of Boreas or not." He told no one in particular. "Let's go to the bus stop then." He told her.
Fleur: She grins at him and nods in agreement, watching carefully in case Bal needs assistance. "Yes, I was wondering the same thing. Some boys..." she shakes her head disapprovingly as they walk along, slowly making their way back to Camp.
Bal: They waiting for the bus to arrive and when inside. Bal sat at the window side while Fleur sat next to him. He looked at the window and remembered what Jack told him before he left them. "Your dad said he is going to help." He sighed. He must be guessing that he is doing his job as a dad to him. But, with the crutches and Fleur's decision, an evening dinner is really impossible.
They were halfway to camp, when the bus gave a large bang. He driver stopped the bus and check outside. He then annouce that there were flat tires. They were told to get off the bus and waited outside. While some waiting for the two tires to be fixed, some went towards a resturant nearby. Bal looked at her and asked, "You want to eat before we go back?"
Fleur: She looks at Bal apprehensively. "Are you sure you want to? You are sort of injured right now..."
Bal: "And, what does eating have to do with my broken leg? Besides, it is not broken anymore. See?" He said, showing her his healed leg by throwing the crutches away. "Although it does sting a bit."
Fleur: She raises an eyebrow. "Throwing away your support does not impress me," she states dryly, picking the crutches up and leaning them against a bench. "But if you are so bent on eating, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to grab a bite before we go."
Bal: He nodded and they went inside. They went into a table and waited for the waiter to come. The waiter came, holding a notepad on his one hand and a pen on the other. He wore a red checkered polo shirt and denim pants. He also have a long mustache like most cowboys have in cartoons. "Hey, y'all. Da name's Clay. What ya all having?" He asked him, in a Texas style voice.
Fleur: "Hm...I think I want spaghetti and a raspberry lemondae, please."
"Would you like garlic bread with that?"
"Yes, please," she replies. Then she looks over at Bal. "Your turn."
Bal: "Salad, with water." Clay looked at him, as if he was crazy. "Seriously, bro?" He told him. Bal raised an eyebrow and said, "Yes, please." The waiter shook his head and walked away. He then looked at Fleur and said. "I'm a vegetarian." He told her.
Fleur: She nods understandingly. "I probably would be," she says, playing with the salt shaker in front of her. "If I didn't like bacon so much." She accidentally tips over the salt shaker, spilling some of the substance out, but she simply starts making salt piles and continues talking. "You really like salad, huh?"
Bal: "Yeah. My mom was only one in the family who likes eating meat. And, since my dad didn't want me to be a meatlover, he made me eat more vegetables that needed. Maybe that's why I like it more than meat." He told her, as he watches her play. "You know you are really cute when you are acting like a child." He said, but she wasn't hear what he just said as he said it so quietly.
Fleur: She hears a soft whisper escape from Bal's lips, but she does not understand it. "What was that?" she asks absentmindedly, pushing her little piles of salt into one big pile. "I didn't quite hear what you said."
Bal: "What was what?" He asked her, as if he doesn't know.
Fleur: She looks at him like he's crazy. "You just said something, did you not?" she asks, hoping dearly that he did so that she wouldn't sound like a lunatic. "I thought I heard you say something."
Bal: "Ummm.. No, I didn't." He told her. Of course, he knew better than to tell her the truth about it. "Maybe you are just hungry." He told her, hoping she would buy his lie.
Fleur: "Hm..." she figures that if he won't tell her, it coun't have been anything nice. "Fine, Mr. Secretive. Be that way." She grins at him and her eyes light up as the scent of food wafts toward them.
Bal: He smiled at her, glad that she didn't try to push him. He looked and found the cowboy waiter serving him food. He gave them their food and gave Bal a piece of paper. Once that was done, he winked at Fleur and head back to the counter.