The eye roll was irresistible, that she ever refrained from such things except when necessary. This was why she had refused to dress up, admittedly she had contemplated going up until the staff were dressing as a group, it left a bad taste in her mouth. It was silly, and she usually only indulged in silliness when in the proper moods and with certain people, "That seems poorly thought out. Mythology is more than just the Gods and Goddesses, it's the people in the myths as well. Not including them leaves big holes that cause the stories to make no sense." Leaning back in her chair she contemplated while looking out the window in the door leading to the greenhouses, "I don't know who I would have gone as. Maybe Persephone. Not for her story itself, It's interesting to see how differently she is interpreted." Some scholars considered her a strong, feminist icon, while others considered her a poor damsel in need of rescuing.
Aw. He was blushing. It was cute in an innocent, 'cheek pinching' kind of way. A grin pulled at her features, she was never able to resist making people uncomfortable. In a benign way. Mostly, "Dominic Sullivan. Rescuer of the reclusive ladies. Nice ring to it."