Klaus was focused upon the food, hearing the voice of the little one coming from behind him though. Seemed she was hungry as well, his head turning in her direction for a moment. He gave her a smile, nodding to her, "it would be a pleasure." The presence of a new person within the tent caused Klaus to look over at the entrance. It was the new flower, by the name of Zella. She seemed to be a bit nervous, her eyes on them as she entered. He thought of pausing for a moment from his cooking to ask her if she desired something to eat, or to make contact, when Everard spoke up first. His comment about him being the one cooking brought an arch to his eyebrow. Was that meant as a compliment or an insult?

He did not linger upon the thought, plating the given order for the twins, followed by the leader's. Smiling at the twins, he gave a light bow as he handed them their plates. Katrina was next, moving over to place the dish before her. He had made sure to cover it, to keep it warm for the other man on the way back to him. He caught her eye for a moment, but remained silent. Words would be no use here, so he refrained from saying anything at all. He would allow Zella to come to him, pressuring her could only cause problems, at the same time, he did not wish to be as....forward as the other male. He returned to the station of cooking, placing some bread on to cook as the female Claudia had asked of him.

As it toasted, he cleaned up the dishes and such used from the other meals. He prefered to keep things neat and tidy, making a mess only meant someone would need to clean it up. If it was to big, or he refused to clean it, someone else might have to. That was not what he was about either. It was a gentlemanly quality of him, or so they said. If he made the mess, he was inclined to clean it up. Once the toast was the right way that the female prefered, he removed it from the cooker. He smiled, turning to the little one. "As you asked my dear" he chuckled lightly, placing it before her.

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Nexus' eyes followed the other's movements, however few they were. When he spoke the Ireland creature's name, his smile lightly grew. The other was not to happy about being told he was wrong, though he was not showing if it bothered him to much. That was alright, Nexus was not looking for some big and bold showing of the other's unhappiness. He continued on to ask about another rase, before saying that he had thought the first might hold some truth.

Nexus lifted a hand, letting fingertips tease one of the candles upon the edge of the blanket. "Tsk tsk, you should know by now it is not that simple..." his eyes moved back to the other, "your facade is slipping a bit more than usual....careful not to lose your place." It might have been a comment on one of their little games, or perhaps of something more, but Nexus would not out right say it. He stood, leaving the other to remain there. His words about him being a mystery followed him, as he moved towards the table.

"A mystery....." he chuckled, "I thought you liked a challenge....you must want this information quite badly, otherwise you would not still be playing. Ammusing is it?" His hand moved to the jar upon the table, that held the eye. His eyes upon it, as he lifted it, his eyes upon it. He was toying with the other a bit, and he had little doubt that the man would know it. His next words were one of a game of chess. It was something they played often, alongside this little game of who is what.

He pondered for a moment, thinking the movement of the peices over in his mind. He chuckled lightly, "Rook to g7." He knew if it were real, the other would be in a perdicament right now. "Check" he sat the jar down once more, before turning to lean against the edge of the table. It was not to much of a serious move, though it was one that would have to bring about action, unless the other wished to lose. The jar upon the table, the eye shifting a bit within.

He remained there, as he waited to hear what the other would say next. This little game of them was both one of patience and of skill. At the same time, a move to fast could be both good as well. "Tell me something.....once you have the information that you wish, this little game of ours will end hmm? What then?" he asks, "perhaps you will move on to your next little game?...It will be a shame to meet our final checkmate.." He smiled, reaching a hand up to brush a bit of hair from his eye.

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Bel sat at the table, watching the contents of the mug within his hand. Finally sitting it down, his hand went to sit upon the cover of the Scry. It gave another soft glow, before there was movement to his side. His eyes turned to look up upon the one who had decided to pay him a visit. A little faun man. He was looking at the contents to the mug, asking what it was that dwelled within. He lifted a black gloved hand, brushing it through his hair for a moment. "A silver lullaby to keep the deamon beast at bay" was his initial reply. He figured the other might not know exactly what that means.

"It is a drink created of light magic and herbs. It is meant to purify and clense the body" he says, "to heal it, purge one of darkness." He looked to the mug once more, "though some darknesses take more than simple tea to purge." He wondered if that would do well enough to answer his question for now. It seemed the faun was not alone, another person had made there way over to him. A female, someone he did not know. She must have been new, and that was fine with him. His eyes on her, she introduced herself by the name of Rosie. She was looking into both of the circus' seeing where she would be staying. He would not be judging her, he had no reason to. He smiled, taking her hand.

He lowered himself into a slight bow, lowering his head to kiss the back of the hand he had taken from her. "Ah...such a beautiful name, a rose itself pales in comparison in the presence of such a name and beauty" he smiled up at her, his eyes moving to hers. "So many people within this place carrying such flare and passion...I am sure you would fit in right at home" he sat back once more in his chair, "of course, no one has the right to decide for you, it is your choice which path that you choose to take." He remembered his own choice to come here. The tempting thrill of adventure, and meeting new people. He had met some interesting ones so far.

The Scry floated up into the air for a moment, glowing slightly. He turned his eyes back upon it, before giving a slight sigh. "So noisy today" he said, the Scry indeed more active than usual. It was currently bugging him about his words, to the female and to the tea. The Scry did not personally like his more....personal endevors, especially when they were romantically. It was like being babysitted or watched over by a guardian who happened to be a book. He disliked it, and at the same time, he was thankful for it. Few cared about him in such a way, though the care of a book was a bit differant than one might think.

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