Circe swallows the bite, "Reliable. Sporting good store fer the first, easy enough ta just make the second," was her response to Sasha's martial preferences. "Hm?" Was her inquiry as Rhodes arrived.
And her ears bounced at the sight of the two men arriving. "Rhodes! Good ta see ya and he's a totally a Summer," acknowledging that they had met before with a nod of her head. She looked to Richard, "Oh ho ho ho, I like that but I fear I've been more sour then sweet," she finishes off her s'more cookie. Then gives Richard a two finger salute, "Clarity ya can get. Sovereigns are here, we number three, Summer's crown belongs ta me," she points to herself with both fingers as she smiles.
Circe kept rolling with the rhyming, "Both literally the one I made with my own tool, and the title itself that I won in a duel. Oh ho ho ho," Circe was easily amused by her own rhyming, "So yeah I'm yer monarch unless someone wants ta duel me fer the title," her tone implied that she had few fucks to give about losing the title. "This is less public a place then when we first met Rich so as a Summer I hafta ask ya somethin'. What do ya prefer fer weapons? Or do ya go fer fists? Contracts?"
And then Max arrived. Good thing he'd not been here a few minutes ago. Circe turns to Sasha as Max whispers something to her. The elven ears were not that sharp but she addresses the Winter Queen none the less, "I'm chill with what we was talkin' about if ya need ta bounce with yer bro," she points to Maxwell with her thumb.