Treat wasn't aware Cameron and Amanda had any other friends in town other than him. Alternatively, he didn't really know of their lives other than what was in the papers and the little he had gleaned off of his parents about the Calverts, which were a unit as opposed to a singular person. "I couldn't imagine coming back to shake my fist at you," Treat said with an amused (albeit slightly confused) smile and wondered if that happened to her often. "If anything, that would reflect upon my poor choices and my lack of personal knowledge about people I call friends instead of reflect upon your abilities as an artist...which judging by what I've seen is quite phenomenal." And he wasn't even just saying that. He'd polished his father's wine glasses as punishment an enough number of times to know what good glass looked like.
Is it common around here? told Treat she wasn't from town either. "My parents are strange folk," he responded, ignoring the comment about being awkward. He'd said that to assuage her. He didn't mean it. He wasn't awkward. Unless he was losing it. Naw, he couldn't be losing it. "I think my parents got confused by the English language and started picking out random words from it to name their children," he responded. "My sister's name is Bless, which everyone thinks is positively adorable. My parents are from Scotland, though...and where are you from? You don't sound like a native of the area," he tacked on. "I see your point, though. Haven't met a whole lot of locals." Australia, England/France...and Aurora was from somewhere.