Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26130256-20160220090615

"This joint in downtown called Roscoe's," Azulius shrugged, walking back into the elevator and pressing the ground floor button. "Heard about it from a guy I was playing poker with, and it piqued my interest.  And since a little Nevermore told me it was your favorite dish, the opportunity looked too good to pass up."

What most people didn't understand about lying was that everyone had a baseline of sorts, and they were usually different. Looking up and to the left may have been a sign that some people were lying, but other people looked up and to the left only when the told the truth. Which is why properly reading someone took time and familiarity. If Honara stroking her hair, then consciously stopping was a sign of nervousness, that was a great sign for the magician.

Especially since the only emotions he had ever seen from the rattlesnake before were smugness and condesencion.

"So, of all the foods to make your favorite, why chicken and waffles?" he asked, trying to break the silence and learn something about his friend. "Was it one of Mom's specialties, or there a deeper story behind it?"