Well, well look at that, Delta reacted with instant mimicry and a lack of pulling away. Most people wouldn't have done that. Most people aren't demonic and she's a fourth. Bonus points for her. They would have both gotten way more points if they'd recognized here. Did no one these days follow along with the most modern take on the best sort of music? Bianca's reaction was a little more lackluster. Overall, Bianca was giving off a more lackluster sort of air, but she'd always been like that. Should someone ask Persephone to give each of her granddaughters an identifying trait then she'd have gone with 'in-your-face' for Delta and 'quietly morbid' for Bianca. She remembered what Delta had done after high school and where she'd seen Bianca the most when she 'visited'. Hard to imagine sometimes that she was the daughter of a girl who'd gotten into the situation Sierra did because she liked going to parties. "Mmm, take it however you want, darling. I know that you know you look good. The outfit screams it if the attitude didn't." Delta knew she looked good, Persephone knew she looked good, Bianca looked she knew good -- there really was a theme in there somewhere.
Releasing her hold on Delta's hair, Persephone pulled a chair out with her foot and dropped into it backwards, arms draped over the back while she studied the two women and almost actually listened to everything that they said. She decided to go with Bianca's little statement first. "Delta had a whole one sister; Sierra. But since you two have finally met I've got to guess that you already know that. Sierra looked like she might've been cool to hang with if she grew up the rest of the way, it was really too bad how that all went down." Persephone hadn't actually felt bad about it, but she hadn't been happy either. Even if she didn't know her all that well, Sierra was still her granddaughter and she hadn't wanted her blood to go and kick it like that. Persephone just sighed and twirled her glass around a few times before propping her chin on her open palm. "So sorry I never said hi after your churchy functions, Bianca -- can I call you Bi? Sounds better -- but you had your little family going and I didn't want to mess that up. Don't like kids, they're all clingy. Sticky too." Now she'd turn her attention back to Delta and that statement about when she became old enough. "Weeeeell... I mean, I guess that happened back in the 40s when your dad popped out. Now that little bastard had the decency to have my eyes so it's gotta be from the mother's side that you got all that dark. You definitely need another drink, Bi. Hey!" Persephone reached out to grab one of the servers, even knowing that he wasn't a waiter. "Bring us back a round of... something strong. Doubles. We need it."