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Interrupting her thoughts, the waitress came over again and Scavenger could not take her eyes off Ashley, who ordered what she assumed was a nice dish. "Two orders of the big breakfast platter. Eggs have to be scrambled. And instead of two pancakes make it three," she said. Scavenger raised an eyebrow as her companion ordered with such confidence, whereas she only managed to recognise one type of food; eggs. She wasn't particularly fond of them but would eat them if there was nothing else, although she didn't understand the 'scrambled' part. "And two orders of coffee," Ashley added. Scavenger casually leaned back in her chair, her hands gripping onto the edges of the table, and as the waitress left, she released a huff. "Well then," she murmured, "I guess that's that." She just hoped to all the known gods that she could actually consume some of the food that had been ordered on her behalf. Wraiths didn't need to eat but could consume and digest food if necessary, same went for liquids.
Suddenly Ashley settled her gaze on the young Wraith, to which Scavenger replied with a strong silence, not bothering to smile. She'd done that too much so far, she didn't want to look creepy. It was uncharacteristic for her to be nice to anyone, and while the urges were all to common when she spent time with Ashley, she also knew that the young dragoness might pick up on her swift changes in behaviour. She wouldn't want Ashley to get the wrong idea, especially with Victoria looming over her shoulder. "Would you go back to live in your realm if you had the chance?" she asked, dragging Scavenger from her thoughts. She chewed her lips thoughtfully.
She thought for a few moments, before nodding, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. "Of course I would," she replied, as if the answer should have been more than obvious, but it was more for herself than it was for Ashley. She hesitated, as if there was any reason to think about it. Scavenger wasn't opposed to experiencing new things but as previously mentioned, she didn't like feeling helpless and that's all that she had been allowed to feel since she set foot in Parkwood. She liked knowing what she was talking about, why people behaved the way they did, which customs/beliefs were common and accepted. She knew none of these things about humans, but was all too familiar with them when it concerned Wraiths and Demons alike. "I miss the Wraith realm. I understood things there, and nobody thought I was weird or questioned why I am the way I am. Nobody wanted to hunt me and I didn't have to be careful about what I talked about, what I did, the powers I used," she began again, crossing her arms over her chest. "I feel restricted here."
Scavenger began fiddling with a napkin that was on the table, absentmindedly pulling little bits of the egdes off and placing them in the centre. "But you grew up in this realm, right? Did you spend any time in the dragon realm?" she asked, wondering if Ashley was as unfamiliar with the dragon realm as Scavenger was with the human realm.