"Depends on the vibe of the relationship," Pyrrha says with a shrug, "I definitely have friends like that." Most of them not here. That sinks into the tone of her statement the tiniest amount. The absence of friends. The absence of people she'd have her usual dynamics with. Time apart. There's a dearth of a circle of people she can playfully threaten with violence. Step up, Chrollo. Dating or not, she could use it.

"I'm a bit more intense with people I'm actually dating," Pyrrha adds in a light tone, thinking of trepanation with filtering cerebral fluid with Gideon or public challenges from Nonius or murders (not only attempts) with Wake. The attempts were a lot too.

She sets the pot on the stones and sits on the blanket. "Can you pull out the other supplies—the spices?" Pyrrha asks. One handed will be fun.

"Makes up for the naps. Our blood also makes beautiful jewelry, and I've heard if you toss it in the dark, it'll glow if someone or something's feeling fear," Pyrrha says, "Haven't tried that one." She has made something that qualifies as jewelry, but that was personal—for Sharon. If Sharon ever feels the need to toss it in the dark, so be it.