Clever, damn right Rosario was clever. Full of potential, fuck yeah, obviously. Beautiful? Was that creepy AF coming from Rosario’s bio dad or was it only creepy AF because Lyra had slept with him? He’d called her beautiful too and remembering it made her feel weird. He was literally, like, a hundred times their age.
“Oh, uh, shook,” Lyra answered, keeping it vague. She wasn’t going to get into the true depths of Rosario’s feelings, no way, that was a confidence she wasn’t going to betray. Girl didn’t need people talking ‘bout her behind her back. Girl already had enough of that. But ‘shook’ covered a lot of bases.
“What do you mean by that, no Ares?” she asked, deeply curious by Erato’s grimace, and loving that she was talkative enough that an opportunity to bounce the conversation in a different direction immediately presented itself. She picked up her mocha, leaning her elbows against the table. Getting another inside opinion about Apollo might turn out to be really useful. “What is he like, with other kids? Have you met lots of them?”