kill me in five bites or less {open}

[Cal Karnstein]

They all ought to get business cards along those lines. Cal could just picture what they'd all read, and the thought made her grin. That she got to sing wasn't hurting her mood either, making her downright giddy by the time she was finished. And it had nothing to do with the amount of breath.

Hey, at least she'd transfixed the cat. Clearly Mordred was either trying to play it cool (the most likely explanation) or he had a tin ear when it came to music (another distinct possibility). Either way, Cal was willing to roll with it, meeting his grin for grin. "You know you liked it," she said.

At his admission, she offered a slight bow. "Oh, oh, can I pick both? Because man, I sound fucking amazing and I am in constant need of attention and adoration," she said, clapping her hands. "I am a teenage girl, after all," she leaned forward, grabbed whatever bit of food was still on Mordred's plate, and took the most obnoxious bite she could, before sitting it down with a slight pat. She also might have grabbed a little something for Satan, which she now held in front of her true fan, dangling it in the most tantalizing manner possible.

[Mordred Le Fey]

He shrugged, smirking. "I mean you're no Adele." He said with a grin, hoping to wind her up. He did love winding pretty girls up. "Now there's a woman who can sing. Oh, and that Beyonce chick, she's got some pipes on her too." He grinned, reaching over and patting her hand. "Give it time though, bit of hard work and who knows, maybe you'll make it."

Watching her reach over and take his food, he couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head a little. "What happened to that whole sullen moody teenager thing, never leaving your room, hating the world - you know, the classics." He shook his head, pulling a face. "Youth today, I don't get it." He winked at her, grabbing the last bit of food from his plate and tossing it in his mouth before she could steal any more of it. He watched her with the cat, who's eyes were fixed on the food Cal was waving in front of him, chuckling as the kitten lowered himself ready to pounce, wiggling his rear end a little before leaping at the food in Cal's hand.

"Well, since the food's more or less gone, and we've established sex is off the table, as unfortunate as that is, what comes next in the story of Le Fair and Princess Cal?" He asked with a smirk. "Or is this the end, since I'm unable to provide you with the satisfaction and attention you so clearly crave from me." He winked at her, lacing his fingers behind his head and leaning back.