She can’t help but form a smile on her lips at the look on his face. “Oh, god, no. I love my meat, trust me. Usually, in the form of whatever’s back home, though. They’re not much into junk food.” Davina tilted her head to the side, pancakes. Those, she liked. Whenever she stayed with Cami overnight, she’d make some for her. “Of course I like pancakes — I don’t live under a rock. Oh! But could we put chocolate chips in there?” It’s odd for her, trusting so easily and making friendly conversation with someone her own age — something she’s been kept from for a few months now. But Davina decides she likes it and could very well get used to it easily. But when he mentions a cult, she can’t think that the witches are a bit like a cult; sacrifices and going after her for a year, and all. Her mood does drop the slightest bit, her facial expression doing the same. “Family matters. Big families get very dramatic.” Gratefully, she accepts the change of subject, wanting to not think about what she ran away from. “Hockey… Hockey, I’ve watched a few games before. But I never really understood sports at all. No time to pay attention to them.” Her eyes wandered, she setting the can of coke down. “Is Degrassi… a school?” It sounds vaguely familiar to her, she remembers Josh telling her that she’d be going. ” —- shit, I think I am. God, I’m going to be so behind.” The young witch doesn’t want to offer him an explanation to that, though, instead standing up as he collects materials. She’ll answer if he asks, Davina decides, but for now —- “Want some help with that?”
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