Sacramento Spring Festival

[Jennifer Hazelton]

"The texture is good." She replied to Sophia in her Cursed voice that coils like a snake. "I am not used to pineapple being warm. That was a little different. Yet it pairs well with the other less sweet fruit here.
That's too bad about the music. I would like to hear a new band that is decent. I was out at a local club looking for a new sound."

The woman was glanced to, Much of what she said wasn't of interest to Jennifer and so she let it pass by.
The Italian words were now being translated as Jennifer lapsed into concentration.

[Alessandra]

The entertainment she was talking about could be a few different things, but the Savage simply offers a nod. “Well, I’m glad you were able to handle it, I’m sure some see a woman and think it’s an easy target.” Chuckling, “Hope he got the message.” But she was sure he had.

“Seems like it would pair well, don’t people eat those,” pausing, “I can’t think of the word, but meat and vegetables on a stick. And pineapple goes with ham, so I’m sure it’d go with other meats.” Not that she would really remember, it had been years. “Maybe you should try it for science.” The Italian was trying to put herself out there and be more friendly and social. It was hard for her, but she was feeling a bit more confident.

Looking to Jenn, “Maybe I’ll have to go get some and give it a try.” See…trying new things.

Shrugging about the music, “The posters said there would be a variety of bands, so maybe something good will playing a bit later? I mean, just because I haven't found something I like doesn't mean there won't be a band that catches your attention. And if not, could always hit up a club.”

[Circe]

Circe eyes the oddly voiced woman. Most people might flinch from such a thing. But Circe wasn't most. Changelings could be so much stranger than mortals. That, and the whole dealing with clients that ran from egomaniac to militant crack fiend gives you a great poker face. "Well," she nods at the prospect of the music being not so good with the new bands. She was an 80s child, so she adored the old styles, "I think that musical talent can skip a decade. Bad fads get set and need time to flush out." Sofia suggests a chance for variety. "Maybe a throwback band will actually be good? It can happen. In theory."


Then Circe turns to De Luca, glad she got the hints but didn't say it. "If not, I'll have to communicate with more, finality," she says the last word in the tone of a similar word used in many arcades during the 1990s.


Then she nods at the prospect of the foods paring well, "Hawaiian style. More fashionable than the shirts," she laughs in amusement. Then nods faster at the prospect, "For Science is such a fun excuse for doing something stupid, dangerous, or dangerously stupid with explosives. Pretty sure they made shows out of that last combination. I'll give it a go, let ya know. Bee R Bee," she gives a salute to Sofia and then proceeds to retrieve a grilled pineapple skewer for just that purpose.