Lyra turned and noticed the gaping distance between herself and Christian. She turned back to reach for a small saucer, first picking up a pickle, placing it on her plate yet not giving it enough time to lay in one spot before taking a bite.

"I know what you are thinking," she sighed, rolling her eyes a bit. "But you don't know about him like I do." Man this pickle was delicsh! "He's stuck on himself." She moved in closer to Christian to whisper yet not removing the pickle from her grasp for yet another yummy taste. "The man has mirrors all over his....house...room. He even watches himself sleep." She reached for another pickle, thinking she'd never had such a wonderful pickle before. "Have you ever met someone so...soo...stuck on themselves?"