cantblameagirl | Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ 06

[He was impressed by how smooth she was, but it only made him more worried about the kind of skills in the art of deception that she had. Neal also knew that flirting was one thing, but sleeping together took away all the mystery and he wasn't interested in a girlfriend; he still planned on getting back to Kate. But that was no reason he couldn't have fun and make friends.

In response to her remark about comparisons, he only gave a light shrug. After all, it was part of the game not to reveal the truth from the lies, but Neal suspected Vala would be better than the woman he had kissed in Budapest.]

I prefer my intimacy to remain intimate. [He stated as if it was a response on its own, then continued.] I love Saturday morning cartoons and I once sliced open my thumb carving my name into a tree.

[Vala pursed her lips, reaching for a plate as they got closer.] I adore Saturday morning cartoons, I think baboons are disgusting, and I was married, once.

[The latter she only offered to see if she could say it without wrinkling her nose at the thought. It was a success; she was very proud of herself.]

[Neal picked up his own plate as they continued down the line, giving her a little more space now as he offered the same wide smiles to the inmates serving the food as he had to her upon their meeting at first. That one was a little harder to pick out and he wondered if she really was the type to be married.]

I was a boy scout, I've flown a plane, and I've traveled to over twenty different countries.

[Vala smiled to herself as food was piled on her plate, and she cocked her head thoughtfully.]

I've never been to New York City, I love carrots, and I had to sacrifice my hair dryer in order to save my friends.

[Neal followed suit as before, laughing a little at her latest trio. She certainly got points for creativity. He stepped around her in the line as they arrived at the drink selection, taking the lead. Once they were finished, he waited for her and then began navigating the dining hall to find them a place to sit that was relatively isolated.]

I've also sacrificed my hairdryer in order to save my friends.. [He purred.] ..I don't like guns, and I once had a pet dog named 'Titan'.

We clearly have a lot in common, [she said, following him with a smile in the corners of her mouth. Once they found a table, she sat down and started picking through her meal.]

Earth vegetables are incredibly odd, I think cranberries are the ninja of fruit, and I'll have to disagree with you on guns.

[Neal paid little attention to his food, only sneaking a bite between either of them speaking and keeping his eyes on hers the majority of the time.]

You seem to have strong opinions on food. [He teased, since it seemed most of her clues included some food preference or dislike.] Were you a chef?

[There was a short pause as he thought some more.] The FBI was the last place I thought I would end up, I don't like much dried fruit, and I always wanted a pet rat as a kid.

[Mouth curving in a smirk, she propped her chin up in one hand, elbow on the table while she listened to him. That wasn't a bad question.]

I was a chef, I worked for a secret government organization, and I once lost my memory.

[Neal's smile persisted. It was becoming more and more difficult to remember everything and to endeavor to discern the truth from the lies. It wasn't as if this game was actually helping them to get to know each other. Not really.]

I'm running out of ideas. [He lied.] Why don't you tell me more about the Barge, if you still aren't interested in talking about yourself?

[She was taking that as an outright win, and grinned across the table at him, if briefly.] I suppose it's interesting, there's usually something happening. [She paused] Though the way most tell it, it's something awful. Apparently the Admiral never tells anyone that part.

[Neal didn't mind letting people win, because he wasn't losing if he chose how it ended.] How about something a little more intimate? I already got the brochure and the run down beyond that. It seems like hardly anyone is fond of this place, yet I know there's at least sixty people here.

Closer to a hundred, I think, [she said with a shrug, tapping one finger against her jaw idly.] And it seems like it's fairly normal for inmates to just disappear. My first one was only around a few days. She kept calling me Andrea.

Where do they go? Do wardens disappear as well? [Neal didn't know that the latter question would be answered for him not many days after this conversation. He still wore a hint of a smile, always a part of his expression.]

The name Andrea is a more modern alternate for Alexander. Maybe she considered you a conqueror.

[Vala shrugged, leaning back in her chair again.] I don't really know. She never came back. And I haven't exactly been keeping tabs on everyone. [She just. Hasn't cared that much. She pouted at the idea of Miranda thinking of her as a conqueror.]

I doubt that very much. [The pout faded into a smile.] Do you think I'm a conqueror, Nick?

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