Rise of the Forgotten (Closed to New Members)

Clara caught Montana and Aria's little exchange and found herself completely confused for a moment until Montana was beside her and Aria was beside the other cowboy in the room. She relaxed when Montana was beside her, but still didn't say anything. This was a time for the leaders to be talking. She stayed near Montana, confident in herself to feel if something changed with how her boyfriend was feeling. For now, she kept her eyes on Collie, wanting to see how her sister handled this. She knew that if something went wrong it would likely be Cliff or a capo that stepped in first, but after Collie had done so much for her, she wanted to be there for Collie.

Kenny had also relaxed when Aria was closer to him. He knew she could take care of herself and didn't wanna be some overprotective boyfriend, but he wasn't comfortable with the transfers here. He wanted to protect her just as much as Montana and Homie, despite knowing all three could handle themselves fine. But right now, the cowboy kept a blank expression on his face, trying to pick up anything he could from the transfers. He was actually really good at reading people, and figured Collie might appreciate my insight he could offer after the kids were gone back off to wherever they lived.

At Collie's comment towards the transfers, Pip took her attention off of the wandering boy and stepped closer to her leader. She wasn't going to take a night off from being the muscle, and her job meant protecting the mafia and its assets. She crossed her arms and moved to stand a bit closer to Collie, but still silenced. The boy that mentioned they weren't banished seemed fine, but she kept her eyes on the ones that had seemed to take leadership positions in the group. They would be the most likely to start something, wouldn't they?

Hana barely heard and didn't pay attention to Eddie, because she was focused on Tia. "Oh! You guys know Tia? Where is she? Is she okay? I was really hoping that I would be able to find her while were here. She's one of my best friends, y'know? Well, my older cousin's best friend. But I like her a lot too. We're all super close and I wanted to make sure Tia was okay. I mean, I know she can handle herself. She's a fighter and always has been, but I wasn't sure with her being sent away to here..." And then she realized that the girl who mentioned Tia probably didn't need all of that information. At least she'd thought of that before she went into talking about Tokichiro and Leo and Freddie's relationship and her friend's superhero dreams.

Instead, she turned to Collie. "See, we aren't banished. The opposite actually. We're some of the best and brightest on Auradon. Beast picked us all specifically because of what we had to offer. Y'know, he wanted the best chance of this working out and he couldn't just pick any old students. Some just aren't we mature and responsible as us," she said. She didn't go into depth on why some of them were chosen. But like... Komboa was smart. And Hana was a fighter. And Shimmy was passionate. And Maggie and Raf were heirs. And Billy and Alicio were Beast's kids. And Akram had a lot of medical knowledge.

Komboa scooted our from behind Maggie and Billy. "Hey, Hana, why... why don't you just step back. You don't want to overwhelm them," he muttered quiet enough for only her to hear. He didn't want to offend the Isle kids by implying that they couldn't handle Hana, but alarm bells were going off in his head at her words and he was sorta kinda maybe afraid that Maggie or Billy was ready to punch Hana. And Komboa wouldn't blame them, but he didn't want to show any cracks in their trust and support of each other. They needed to be united for this.

Komboa then turned to the girl with the water, slightly flustered about actually stepping forward to stop Hana. His face felt warm and his hand was shaking slightly as he accepted the glass from her. "Oh, uh, th-thank you. It's plenty good enough. I mean, I'm sure it's wonderful! I promise your water is more than just acceptable. It's really good! Well, I think it is." He lifted the glass to his lips and drank all of it at once, only realizing that there was a possibility of it being poisoned or something after he had drank it. But he forced a smile. He then continued to hold the glass, not wanting to shove it onto an Isle kid and appear as if he believed he was higher and more important than they were. "Thank you. It was wonderful," he said, keeping the smile on his face as he turned back to Collie so nobody could see how he was breaking apart on the inside - half from embarrassment and half from the fact that he realized he could be well on his way to death from poisoned water. He'd go down in history for sure - first Auradon kid to die on the Isle. Well, he was thinking that Tana and Tia hadn't died since they were mentioned and death was not.

Goodness. He was quite the oaf, wasn't he?

Kenny actually felt himself relaxing when he saw the boy's flustered response to the water that he had asked for. Aria's laugh broke the tension for him a bit more as well, and he actually found himself cracking a small smile before turning to see how Montana and Clara and Homie were all looking. Clara was giving Montana's hand a squeeze, but not showing any signs of being uncomfortable besides that. He was proud of her - seeing how she had changed since he'd first joined the mafia to taking over the casino from him.  

"Guess I can no longer say the same about you," Corinne said. This was his home now She had a feeling that Sailesa wouldn't be welcomed back to Southwark with open arms. "How's life out here?" she asked. Did she really expect an answer? No, and she figured she wasn't getting one when Sailesa's eyes landed on her weapon.

"Relax, Khan. I'm not here for your blood," she said. She was just trying to be prepared for whatever other animals she may have run into. To show her intentions, she held the knife up and then dropped it to the ground. She took a couple steps away. Disarming herself may not be the best way to go if Sailesa had any interest in hurting her, but he might want to hear what she had to say.

"Do you think you'd ever come back to Southwark? You know, if some changes were made? Like... let's say, hypothetically, taking a certain family out of power?" And she meant the entire family. Cliff was too close to Collie. Clara was too spineless to run a mafia. The little ones were likely already brainwashed by their older siblings. It would be better off run by someone without loyalty to them.

Like a certain Horseman girl with a Khan by her side.

She wouldn't be this forward with most people about toppling the pedestal that Collie de Vil had put herself on, but there was clearly a reason that Sailesa had left. He was unhappy with something. It could simply be the fact that he didn't wanna deal with the expectations that came with living somewhere civilized, but she hoped there was more to it. If Corinne wasn't happy with Collie's leadership, surely there could be others like her.

And where better to start than with the boy that had just abandoned the mafia?

Even with the knife clearly out of her reach, she held her hands up with the palm facing him. She didn't fully trust Sailesa - not at all - but sometimes the risk of opening herself up to danger was worth gaining some trust.  

At his comment, Mori jumped from her spot on the table to look out the door. She didn't see her father, and pouted. Not that he would really spend much time with her, not with Roman here. He was attached to his apprentice. She would always be the favorite, without a doubt in her mind, but he did had a spot for the giant boy. Confirming that he wasn't close to being home by standing by the door for a minute in hopeful silence, she sighed. "He must be having a problem. He'll be fine, and come back eventually." No reason to panic over an errand. 

As soon as she came back, she nodded to signal that she had been listening to what he had been saying about the cat names. Zippy wouldn't fit, not among the hard lines in the Smithy. Everything in the shop was strong and hard and dark. Zippy was too preppy, too happy. Quartermaster would be funny, but Mori wasn't sure how her father would feel with another tie to the Crew. That was part of the reason he had her stay with her mom. The Coven didn't act like the Crew, with their raids and general policing attitude. 

Blackbeard liked Ian enough, but the young man had ruined his reputation, to the point where he had to run a Smithy and a farm. Mori thought her dad was embarrassed about it, just a little. "What about Anvil?" She offered, as an alternative. "Is the cat black? You could go for Smokey. Oooh, what about Striker? That's fast, and not as preppy." She hopped up on the table again, swinging her legs out lightly, having fun with this. She liked naming things, even if her pets got stuck with awful names. 

Billy's blood chilled as Collie spoke. She knew that the question was going to be asked at some point or another. And sooner only made more sense rather than later.

Before she got a word out otherwise, someone was speaking in her place. Well, speaking was a rather over-talkative word given it was only three simple words spoken. But she could appreciate those words on some level as Eddie gave a simplified comment on the matter that merely told them they weren't on the isle for what one might guess.

Even then, she couldn't help but to be somewhat bothered on the aspect that it hadn't been her to say those words.

It was stupid- she had been quiet for likely too long and Eddie was just helping to save face for the group. So it was something extra for her to just try and file away and ignore. And quickly enough the indignation she assumed she was feeling had faded into absolute horror.

Hana started talking. And she wouldn't shut up. And despite the fact that Billy immediately whipped her head around to glare at the girl, she just kept talking.

And at first- at first it was fine, if not horribly timed. This was so obviously not the time to be asking about a lost friend banished to the Isle. When Hana finally shut up for a moment, Billy had thought that was the end of it.

It wasn't.

Billy felt fury and anxiety spike in her as Hana spoke. Spoke about just about everything she shouldn't have. The transfers were the furthest people from being banished, yet Beast still picked them out to come here. The transfers were bright students, intelligent students, mature students- students that had absolutely no business being on the Isle. All of the stupid, little implications that the transfers were on the Isle for something more. That they had plans for being here and that's why the best were offered to come here.

Did Hana genuinely not realize how much she was revealing?

It may have sounded small and insignificant but- they had been- Billy had been trying to keep as much of their mission quiet for a reason. And even the smallest details released to these kids could change so, so much.

Now- now they knew that there was something up. Now the entirety of their reactions and opinions were going to be changed and adjusted for that and it- how were the transfers going to judge if these people were genuine in their actions and could be redeemed- that they were good people. How were they going to be certain that  these people weren't going to suddenly start putting on acts just to gain their sympathy and that- that they'd be letting villains come to Auradon just for the hell of it. And- And the transfers weren't supposed to succeed in deeming any of these kids as redeemable.

And Billy still didn't know how she'd actually manage that. And- And if these kids knew that- they could- they could trick the rest of the transfers into thinking that any of these isle kids were good people. All because someone let something slip.

Billy could just feel herself panicking so much- that the panic would be so easily conveyed since she could just feel how tensed she got and that she was obviously unappreciative of the words Hana was saying.

So she tried to take in a deep breath and give a quiet, "Thank you, Komboa," as he managed to stop Hana from talking any more on the subject before she went and gave a step by step plan of what they were doing here. 

Putting on as much of a kind smile as she could, even if it was riddled with stress, Billy managed to say, "I hope this isn't going to ruin dinner, right?" even if it had for Billy. There was a pit in her stomach and unless this information led to this group turning away the transfers, Billy was going to have to force herself to eat now to at least show respect for the effort these kids had put into it already.

Again, his triplets were taking care of him.

It wasn't right, and Ernie knew it, but besides a small wince when he cut his finger, he kept that smile on his face and offered the knife over to Del. She was more capable then him, wasn't she? He also accepted the cloth from Ebby, wrapping it around his finger. "Try to clean the knife off quick before you use it," Ernie advised Del, almost feeling out of place as he told his sister what to do. He also reached forward for the chunk of carrot that had been near his finger, checking it over for blood. He didn't see any, but he still didn't want his siblings to eat that.

"And I'm fine, Emmett," he assured his youngest brother when he saw the boy's reaction. He was frustrated at his own inability to do a simple task like this. "I've survived worse than a nicked finger. But, yeah, I can play commentator if you'd like." He knew Emmett wanted him included in the night, but didn't wanna risk food safety when Ernie had already managed to cut himself. Plus, he'd already put a damper on the night when he cut himself. Hopefully he'd be able to bring some laughter back in the Grimhilde kitchen.

He stood up, grabbing a ladle to use as a microphone as he stood behind Del. "We got Edelweiss Grimhilde up first, demonstrating her carrot cutting technique. Look at those cuts! So uniform, so quick," he said. "Y'know, I used to cut like that until a career ending injury pulled me out of the game," he said, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "Del is certainly a promising player in this game right out of the gate and we'll be watching her career with interest."

"We're moving on now to a fan favorite - Eberhard Grimhilde. I've never seen pea draining techniques like that during my 18 years in this game. It's all in the flick of the rest, and Eb has the wrist flick down. Folks, he also may have just won MVP for the night with his mystery eggs!" Ernie nudged his fellow triplet playfully with his shoulder before moving to the next kid in the family - following their ages.

Hardy had given Emmett a nod and moved to grab the chicken. He gave his brother a half salute but Emmett had already moved to start working on the rice. Holding the chicken straight out in front of him, he made a small clicking noise. Cooking was a secret talent of the middle Grimhilde child's. He wasn't a fan of it, but he could step in when needed. Still, he turned towards Emmett, unsure of what recipe his younger brother had picked out for them because he kinda sorta sucked at paying attention. "Alright, Emmett, what am I doing next with this chicken?"

"Eginhardt Grimhilde is rather new to the game. This boy has skills, but rarely ever actually uses them," Ernie said, dodging a quick smack from Hardy. "A master of any puzzle put in front of him, yet he can barely remember how to tie his shoes some days. We're looking forward to seeing more from this rookie," he continued.

"And Emmett Grimhilde. He's the youngest of the bunch but has the skills to rival anyone put up against him. He's going for the water... the water... AND IT'S IN THE POT! The crowd goes wild! There's nothing stopping this team when he's in command," Ernie said, his voice getting louder as he celebrated Emmett filling the pot with water. There really was no stopping the Grimhilde kids when they put their minds together and had each other's backs, even if it was something as simple as making dinner.

He wished it was always this easy to forget about his troubles. Even that tiny voice that never left him alone lowered its voice a little as he leaned up against a counter to still be part of the night, even when he couldn't cook.

"We should go meet the transfers as a family - maybe invite them to the restaurant or something," Hardy said after listening to Emmett's story. It wasn't common for the middle boy to speak out of turn, but his attention was back on the chicken in front of him after he said that. His eyes flickered to Del for a moment. "I was working on a new thing at the rec. Ulrik's been helping me out with building some stuff." Despite not being anywhere close to friends, Hardy found that Ulrik was quiet and easy to work with - just what Hardy liked.

"And I watched Monty and Kansas for a bit. Nothing exciting," Ernie said with his normal tone and a shrug before lifting his ladle to his mouth again and deepened his voice to sound like the perfect commentator. "What's that? We just got word that it's time to interview one of our players." He slipped through his gang of siblings and came up next to Del. She was just a bit taller than him, but he stood up straight and raised his chin a bit to look at least the same height as his fellow triplet. "What about you, Del? What's been the highlights of your day?" he asked, tipping his ladle towards her mouth expectantly.  

Even with his history with her sister, Eddie had tried his best to like Hana. Currently, she was not making it easy. Sure, he had been lucky to see his friend when Tana had come down from the docks to greet them. Even if he hadn't, though, he wouldn't have interrupted a serious meeting just to coo about her. Nor would he have given strangers information. Hana wasn't intelligent, at least, not when it came to common sense. Though, to be fair, no one in her family he's met has had a decent amount of social skills. Hono would've known not to tell them that they had been picked for what they had to offer. It wasn't even the truth, otherwise Eddie and Raf never would have been chosen. They were, at most, the group's adult chaperone's. He wasn't going to show his irritation, though. Being upset with Hana would only show that they there was more discord within their dynamics. 

Raf, for all that he was good for, had no care or reaction to what Hana rambled out. He was moreso focused on how the Villain Kids had salsa this fresh. He hadn't had a fresh meal like this since, well, yesterday, but the effect was still there. He hadn't been expecting anything like this. It was as good as his mom's, maybe better. It could use more garlic, maybe? Cilantro was missing, but Raf couldn't fault them for that. He rather doubted that they had much access to plants. For what they had to grow, he was really impressed with them. 

Meanwhile, Sari was blinking at the younger teen, expecting for him to give the empty cup to the waitress that had just served him. He had drank it down completely, and rather quickly as well. She was quiet proud of his bravery for just accepting it and trying to gain her trust. When he thanked her, she felt dismissed and backed away slowly, still wondering if they were going to get the glass back. She wasn't sure if Montana would be angry with her, if the Auradon kid stole their glass. It's not like they had many of them, nor could they just afford to lose them. Sari ended up at a table just behind Collie, ready to step in if anyone wanted something. 

Montana, who had been watching the weird Auradon kid who was already eating, turned back to stare at the other Auradon kids. There was another weird one, which brought the total to three. Montana wasn't sure if these people were threats or jokes. Well, except for maybe the Bete girl. She seemed to have her head on right. She didn't want her friend's mistake to ruin their relationship with the Mafia. All in all, the chef boy had been lost in his own thoughts on the merits of dealing with stupid people versus intelligent people when he heard his name. "It wasn't any trouble, but just be careful. I wouldn't want any of y'all ending up with barrel fever tomorrow." 

Before any of the Auradon kids grow anxiety from his statement, Aria quickly explained, "Barrel Fever is Cowboy Talk for a hang over, don't mind him." She smiled warmly, like she had seen her mother do to calm her father. She wanted to placate these people, make sure they didn't attack them later. "If you would like anything to drink, just ask anyone with a tray." The young blonde held up her half-chewed plastic tray. Sari quickly confirmed this idea by holding up her own wooden one that had nails sticking up through the middle. It was usually Aria's, because she was the best at not ending up with a nail in her hand, but Aria was trying to avoid looking scary tonight. Sari was pink and bubbly and impossible to be afraid of. 

Cliff, in the mean time, had finally decided to speak. "As your friend has already discovered, the food is over there." He turned slightly, looking at the young man behind them. Cliff took his bag off his shoulder and opened it, placing a red flower crown on his sister's head and one made of seaweed on his own. He emptied his bag on the table next to him, spilling out crowns made of wild flowers, twigs, hemp and anything else he could find. There was even one made out of plastic bags Cliff thought was really cool. "And I've made everyone hats. At least, a little more than enough for all of you, and some of us." He winked at the group as a whole, because they all looked rather young and he didn't want to flirt with any of them directly. "Don't worry about them getting jealous, they all have at least five at home."

Where was Mino? Well, he wasn't exactly sure. It's not like he had meant to wander off. No one was watching him, though, and he was curious. There were many cool animals around here, ones that had some scoop on the lay of the land. No one seemed to talk to them at all, they seemed very confused when he started speaking their language. 

There was this cat, around the docks, who told him to walk up to the pirate captain and give him a long discussion on why he deserved love. Mino decided not to do that, as he didn't want to end up on whatever this place had as a psych ward. Or, at the very least, knocked out from a pirate who didn't want some stranger up in his love life with some dog girl. 

He had found Dande, though, which was nice. She had disappeared almost the second they had gotten on the Isle. She was lying in the middle of a tiny farm of the same plant, though Mino wasn't sure what it was. The sense of clarity she had seemed too much to interrupt. If Billy was angry, he would deal with it. A smile, a shrug, and getting her back was much better than forcing Dande back now. 

Besides, he was on a mission to get back to the group. The dinner seemed important and having two people gone wasn't a good first impression. He was on the other side of the island, though, so he needed to move quickly if he wanted to get there before it was over. Mino still didn't know exactly where he was going. Right now, it was just a guessing act to find somewhere with a fork. 

Hana couldn't help but feel at least somewhat disappointed when Billy and Collie both agreed that seeing Tia was not a good option for tonight. As much as she wanted to see her friend, however, she decided not to argue with either of them. To be honest, Billy and Collie both scared her, even if Hana was sure that she could take the mafia leader in a fight. The mafia leader then turned her attention to Eddie and Hana let out a sigh. Well, finding Tia would be a goal for another day. For now, Hana decided to enjoy the night and turned to see what else the fork restaurant had to offer.

Scooter couldn't resist a small smile when the Auradon kid - Akram - started talking. "A leather jacket, eh? I'd love to see it. But yeah, those raccoons can be little monsters sometimes." He shrugged. "I find a lot of cool stuff - it's kinda my thing around here. Trashy weasel that only gets anywhere in life because of his relationship to the boss," he said, gesturing absently towards Collie with his head. He liked to think that he could make it on his own, but being a de Vil was certainly helpful. He did, however, pull a cracked fox shaped mug from seemingly out of nowhere. "Found this beauty a couple nights ago. I already got something similar for my coffee, but I'm thinking I might be able to reuse this chunk somehow," Scooter said, using his finger to trace the fox's face. It was cute - maybe the triplets or Chester would enjoy it.

Komboa's eyes widened when an older girl approached him. He'd been hoping to fade into the background, at least in the beginning. But he supposed he shouldn't be expecting that when he'd applied as a second in command. He let a few moments go by before he could find his words again. The glass. She was asking for the glass. "Oh, uh, sorry." His words were followed by a nervous laugh as he scratched the back of his neck after he handed it to her. "I'm Komboa. You are?" he asked, holding out a hand to offer a shake. His hand was trembling slightly, but he took a few deep breaths in an attempt to stop it.

Clara had done her best to keep an eye on both Collie and Montana during the introductions, but as the boy approached Montana, she turned her focus fully towards her boyfriend and the Auradon kid. Collie had Cliff, Isabeau, and her capos around if anything went wrong. She'd stick here with Montana. "Everyone sort of teamed up to get this done, but Montana took the lead on it." Montana had been put in a difficult place, trying to throw this dinner party together so quickly, but Clara had to admit that it turned out really well, and she was glad that the transfers seemed to be decent people that appreciated the party thrown for their arrival.

Pip had been floating around the edge of the party to keep an eye on things, but she decided to see what these transfers were all about. She didn't want to relax yet - she couldn't relax when she was in charge of security - but she watched the people pairing off to talk and noticed the boy from earlier that had seemed to calm down. He had intrigued her, but he was also settling off to the side - the perfect position for her to interact while still keeping an eye on everything. The fox girl pulled the sleeves of her hoodie a little bit further over her hands as she approached him. "Pip," she said, leaning up against a wall. Her eyes scanned the room once more before she looked over at him. "And you are?" There was something about the tall Auradon boy that made Pip want to talk to him. She could balance her job and a conversation. It would be fine. 

Collie regarded the Radcliffe boy curiously, for a moment. He'd run around the Isle on his own? Sure, you could call that trusting, or even brave, if he didn't particularly trust them -- which was the understandable vibe she was getting from the transfers -- but it also screamed "ill-advised". What had drawn him into looking around the Isle without any sort of backup? Huh.

Strange boy.

"I'm glad it reminds you of home," Still a little stiff, since Collie wasn't particularly sure what to make of this guy. Even so, she tried again. "It means I get to add "burgeoning psychic" to my list of skills." She'd never seen Old London. Or even New London, for that matter. If that wasn't the joke, she'd make it the joke, because that seemed a hard thing to overlook. "What about it makes you think that, though?" She wasn't going to pretend she wasn't curious about London, old, new, or otherwise. And that kept the conversation moving in an interesting way, and she'd get to learn more, herself.

In contrast to the trembling lion before her, the dog girl stood calmly, easily. She wasn't nervous or scared, or even particularly on edge. This wasn't some huge threat, this was an awkward little boy without any idea of what he was doing. She shook his hand in return, still smiling in an attempt to at least calm him down. It was...bizarre to realize that this shivering mess was related to the ferocious thugs out in the Outlands. "I'm Ronnie -- I own a bar here in Southwark, maybe you guys would want to check it out some other day? I'd be glad to show y'all around." She didn't even know if these kids drank, but it seemed like a neutral offer to spend more time around them. 

"Could ah get some whisky, please?" That seemed like a good option, right now. Maybe it was a bad idea to get drunk in a situation like this, but she wanted their trust. And part of that was showing she trusted them, too. Hana was being a complete mess, and Billy was being far too tense for the situation to not warrant suspicion from the Isle kids. Granted, she wasn't entirely sure Billy wanted their mission to succeed. But Maggie was determined for the opposite to happen, and she wasn't getting anywhere, glaring at Hana and Billy. "What's the story behin' the grog, anyhow?" Seemed like a strange thing to ban, considering it was weak alcohol at best. 

"Maybe some kind of decoration or ornament?" Akram suggested, looking at the fox mug as well. It seemed like a good idea to him, especially if it was cracked beyond holding liquid inside it. 

If Kassi was bothered by -- or even caught notice that -- the crowns were made of trash, she didn't mention it. "Could you show me how at some point? The last time I tried to do it, I ended up tangled and tied to a fence post." She didn't sound particularly ashamed of this fact. It had been funny, to her. Not like she'd been hurt. "My friends had to help me escape it -- Masashi still doesn't let me live it down." Cliff might know Masashi, since he came from the Isle, himself. Masashi had mentioned some sort of mafia, and unless there were lots of those on this island, this was probably it.

While Hana was disappointed that Tia would have to wait for another day, she decided to take her job seriously. And one part of that was taking note of what was going on and calling Alexander tonight to give him an update on the trip itself and the members of the group. She leaned back to start to get an idea of what was going on with the different pairs until a girl approached her. She mentioned Tia and Hana smiled. "Yeah! Tia and I grew up together. Our parents were friends," she explained. "How's Tia doing?" she asked. While she knew that her friend was strong, she couldn't imagine that it was easy on Tia to make the move to here. "Oh, and how rude of me. What's your name?" she asked, feeling bad that she moved to ask about Tia before she asked who the other girl was.

"And what did you like to do for fun?" she asked. Hana hadn't seen too much of the Isle, but she really did want to explore and have some fun. She would hang out with Tia, obviously, but she wanted to see what else was going on. She already noticed the clear lack of tech on the Isle, and that was a bummer, even if she should have been prepared. She also was not allowed to bring her sword with her, so those two points knocked out a lot of her interests. She was beginning to feel a little bit tired? But didn't put too much thought into it. After all, it had been a long day.

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Komboa was at least happy to see that the girl that approached him for his water glass wasn't angry. Or too scary, really. He'd seen a couple people in his short time here that he would be avoiding. She didn't seem too bad. When she made the offer to come drink at her bar, Komboa nodded (maybe a little too quickly). "Oh, uh, yeah, definitely. That sounds great. Nice to meet you, Ronnie. Uh, what's your bar called? Maybe we can stop down there at some point." Komboa wasn't too much of a drinker. Someone had offered him a beer once and he tried it and it was really gross. If all alcohol tasted like that, it would be miserable, but Komboa would show up. After all, Ronnie was being nice enough to invite them out to grab a drink.

"Your water is really good! So I'm, uh, sure that the alcohol is too!" he said, immediately regretting the words that tumbled out of his mouth. He wanted to be friendly, but complimenting the water he had drank? That was just weird, and Komboa hoped that he wasn't gonna scare the dog girl off for someone cooler. He wasn't very cool, unfortunately.

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Scooter nodded a bit at the Auradon boy's suggestion. "Maybe...." he said. He brightened after a moment. "Let me know if you find anything similar! Obviously, any trash you find is yours, but I'd be happy to buy it off of you." After all, if he found three, then he could make something for all the triplets. He also fully trusted his abilities to steal something from Akram. Sneaking was his specialty. But he wanted to befriend these kids... at least until they gave him a reason not to.

"What do you like to do for fun?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. That was probably a better topic of conversation than garbage. Scooter was interested in what could be discovered. He was interested in taking the dirty remains of someone else's belongings and turning it into something beautiful or useful. But he knew not everyone was like that. "I can also show you around sometime if you'd like. If not the entire Isle, then at least Southwark. Not right now though. Collie and Montana put a lot of work into throwing this together," he said, nodding first to his aunt and then to the cowboy. A lot of others had participated as well, but they played the biggest parts.

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Oh, this was gonna be fun, Pip decided when she heard the first words to come out of the transfer's mouth. He was cute, for sure, and there was just something about him that intrigued her. There was something there that made her want to keep talking to him, and his words assured her that he seemed to be on the same page as her. "Well, Raf, I don't quite care what my father is, but I can tell you that I’m a thief, and I’m here to steal your heart," she said. Her arms were crossed, but she had noticeably relaxed and her lips had curled upwards into a small smile. Nothing wrong with flirting a bit with the cute transfer. "You seem like the life of the party type - fun, social, cute. What are you doing off over here on the side?" she asked with a small head tilt. While she wasn't the best at reading people, she was making those guesses based on his arrival. He'd seemed really excited for Montana's food.

At least, Pip hoped that he was fun. Her readings on people could certainly be off. She really did truly suck at reading people, especially those that she didn't know. But she needed some fun in her life, especially if she was gonna be full on flirting with this guy. Were those his intentions, she wondered for a moment? Was he truly trying to flirt, or was he just finding a way to spend his time? She was surprised to find herself hoping for the first option.

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Clara let Montana take all of the boy's questions - he was the head chef here and the Auradon kid had specifically come to talk to him. But as she listened to the two boys discuss food, she couldn't help but smile a bit. "I'm mostly self taught," she added in. And she was. As soon as she was old enough, she had basically taken over the kitchen at home and figured out how flavors worked. Besides the weird dishes she made for Collie, she liked to think everything turned out decent. "Are you into cooking? Or just curious about how we do stuff?" she asked. She was nervous to be face to face with the Auradon kids, and especially to be talking to one. But since she'd started working more with Collie and the mafia higher ups, she managed keep a polite smile on her face and the slight twinge of nervousness was hidden to anyone that didn't interact often with the de Vil girl. It was definitely easier to be facing a transfer for the first time when she had Montana with her. She had to make a good impression on these kids and couldn't risk messing stuff up for the Mafia, or the Isle in general.