(Shard)Art, Food and Music

[Kray]

Through a mouthful of burger a muted version of john's deep dark chuckle can be heard. Swallowing first in one mighty gulp that might well have had the risk of choking, but he seems fine. "Hm. Smart, that's good." Because of course it had a price, changelings made deals and exchanges not so much on the charity front. And the King of autumn had built his power, his influences of good deals. "Huh. Well. It would cost you something like; cooking, cleaning, manning the front now and then." He was not offering Jasper anything more then a roof, a room and three meals a day, the price had to reflect that. "Ah. In short service. You earn your keep." Not terribly different from something those of their nature swore to mortals now and then. "Uh. Something like of interest to you?" Gauging interest, before committing to anything in hard and fast terms.

Nodding slowly as his fellow giant confirms what the ogre had suspected. "Ah. Yeah been in a similar position a few times myself." His had been more to forge useful connections of course but yeah close enough. "Hm. As for me I've been making a few inroads into the cultural side of Sacramento, thought I'd take a wonder down see what's going." Whatever that meant but it does make it clear there is no interest in the beasts hard earned money. "Hm. Well I know that's a terrible position to find yourself in." Coming from a cannibal, it might be worse to consider how the problem might get resolved.

[Alessandra]

Money wasn’t a concern. “Fame seems overrated, people fawning over you, chasing you for photos or some other bullshit. No thanks. I would hate it. Plus, it’s all fake, they only seem to like them for one thing, money and fame.” Shaking her head, “Nothing pisses me off more than someone being fake to get something.” And she dealt with it every night, be it cattle or Kindred.

“Lead on!” seeming happy to follow her. “I think you should, a nice pop of color and all that. I’ve been told a pop of color is a good thing, draws the eye.” Or some bullshit like that.

“Oh? You have a bike? Nice. What kind? I don’t know much about them, but they seem fun. I’m more a car girl. I don’t know a whole lot about them, but I have a few I enjoy.” She just knows what she likes. Nodding, “A dark brown or a light brown? A having a few to chose from is always nice.” And who said the Savage can’t be friendly?

Laughing, “No, I don’t own any galleries. But I do own a restaurant and use it to showcase various pieces I pick up. I do host charity events to help get the artists seen and into the art world easier though.” Smiling, “There are other forms of art, it’s not just drawing. Take the scarf stand, the person who makes them. That is a form of art.”

[Thirteen]

"Aye, there's enough fake people in every day life. No need to go seekin' them out." Awakened were deceitful by default. Hell, the Scottish girl herself had two different fake names.

"That's true," she nodded as she lead the way, as requested. "Pops of colour are good." Thirteen patted her bright yellow scarf. "Black is great but if I wear too much people will start assumin' I'm goth or somethin'. Nothin' wrong with goths, mind, but it isn't my style."

The subject of her bike actually made her smile, "I do. 1966 Triumph Bonneville Scrambler. Classic British engineerin'." Red eyebrows rose in surprise as she looked back at Sofia, "Cars, plural? How many are we talkin'? Sports cars? Luxury?" A patron of the arts and owning multiple vehicles? This formidable woman must be rich.

"I was thinkin' darker, but light is good, too. The overall design probably matters more." Acanthus were friendly by nature. Even Thirteen, who was atypically grouchy for her kind, could pour it on if she felt like trying. The accent helped. Americans found the Scottish brogue charming.

"What sort of restaurant?" The leather goods stall was in sight now, and she adjusted course towards it. "Oh, I agree. Art is whatever let's you express yourself. Not all forms are appreciated, though." She recalled a debate she'd had once, about whether graffiti is a legit art form.

[Jasper]

Beasts are not well known for their mental prowess. They tend to deal with the world in a more atavistic and bestial manner but that doesn't mean Jasper can't have some smart moments. He finishes the last bits of his gifted burger while he listens to the Ogre's suggested price, showing no shame as he licks the grease and condiments from his fingertips and palms. It does sound like something that a Lost might swear with a mortal. "Cooking and cleaning? I can do that, yeah. Manning the front? Probably. Might have to be shown what you mean by that.." he says. He nods. "You gotta earn what you get, I get that. More than most..." he says with a snort of sarcastic laughter. "You wanna... make this official?" he asks, thinking that a pledge could be useful for the both of them.. It'd all but guarantee him a place, at least for a time, and might even something more. Here's hoping that John picks up on that train of thought and doesn't see more into the question than was intended.

He nods and gives a shrug of his shoulders. "I help where I can. Got a strong back and good hands." He looks around for a moment and shifts on his feet. "I've got a few friends around as well... I need to touch base with them, now that I'm back in town." He knows the Ogre knows hunger. They both do. "It's rough sometimes, but yeah... You know. We know. Burger helped. Thanks."