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It was admittedly a little surprising, listening to Seth speak about his Grandmother the way he was. He seemed to have a deep affection for the witch, so it was kind of nice to see him talk about her without pretending like it didn't matter. They hadn't been married very long, but Savannah had gotten the impression that he would rather act like he didn't care about things than let people on to the fact that he did. It was almost like he thought caring about things made him seem vulnerable. For a while, she thought she had been one of the few people who were an exception to that rule. Now, looking back on things, she wondered if maybe she had just been delusional. She really couldn't be sure, and that had caused her more pain than anything, since she was left wondering if she had done something wrong, or if he was just too emotionally stunted to realize what the word 'marriage' actually meant.

She gnawed at the inside of her cheek, also looking back to the pictures in front of her, watching him shift uncomfortably out of the corner of her eye. While she could have let him stew in the guilt brought on by decisions he had made in the past - because he had made a lot of bad decisions - she was going to try and be the bigger person. "You played well, for the United. I'm sure it made her happy to see you in blue and gold, while it lasted."

When she felt his gaze on her, she turned to look back at him. It was the first time she had really focused in on his face, her eyes meeting his. She remembered how she used to go weak in the knees whenever he looked at her a certain way with those diamond-like eyes of his. That had been back when she still had that ring on her left hand...

The thought was quickly shaken from her head as he turned the topic of conversation onto her. She let out a humorless laugh, reaching up to rub at her brow. How were things going for her? She had to think for a moment before answering, hoping it wouldn't raise suspicions.

"Things are alright," she lied, dropping her hand back down to make eye contact again. "I've actually been looking to get out of Witch Weekly, though. This may come as a shock to you, but I hadn't expected to spend my entire life writing articles about food preferences - though I'll have you know, I did try pitching your cake versus pie concept, but they thought it may cause a lot of controversy." She was joking, of course, trying to make light of how pathetic her recent assignments have been. "I actually have an interview next week." She shrugged as though it were no big deal, though truthfully she was excited about it.