Evieās face lost a bit of color when he mentioned the rumored cannibalism. Tragedy, that is, really. Evie didnāt understand why people didnāt necessarily talk to her. Who eats people?Ā We do, Evie.Ā Evie looked about, frowning slightly as they spoke to her. āI donātā¦remember the war,ā Evie said, a guilty expression crossing over her face. She only remembered Arcadia; she only remembered the squishes, and theātheĀ FOOD. Evie once again, looking around, trying to silence them again. She giggled erratically.
He rolled his eyes? Does that mean he knew? Rosaline didnāt understand her, but an eye roll meant something close to knowledge. Evie didnāt know; she had to stop assuming things. Okay, maybe one more. Was he going to eat the fruit or not? The mangoes were looking delicious. āUm,ā she paused, thinking about how to respond properly. āThat is kinda disgusting,ā Evie stated, trying to grab at the fruit.Ā
As time progressed in the conversation, Cal couldn't help but wish he'd been rude and just bulldozed his way out the door. Evie was a nutcase. Her facial expressions made her seem like she was having some sort of emotional crisis. It was completely disheveling. "Good for you," he replied, his words leaving a dry flavor in his mouth. "Maybe you should go pick up a history book and educate yourself about it. At least then you won't get confused on who had to deal with what." Part of him questioned the negative context of his retort. They felt unnecessarily cruel, much like most comebacks he offered. It was probably just his previous irritation resurfacing. He needed to recharge, begin anew in the morrow.
"If that--" he paused, pointing a finger at the basket of fruit that she was now reaching toward. "--is all you interrupted me for, do you mind if I end this conversation?" Cal's face looked pained, as if the entire ordeal had been an inconvenience. "Classes are tomorrow and I'd like to be conscious for them."













