Nora laughed a little. "Yeah, that's what they all say. I still have hope that they'll make a come around in the next few years. Until then, I suppose I have some sort of obligation to become a pseudo Catapults fan." The thought of it wasn't too pleasing, but at the same time she felt content with being known as Griffith Kirkham's girl. It hurt that Griff didn't exactly fancy her but...beggars can't be choosers, right?
"Friends are always good to have, though," she replied with a polite smile. "Since you two are close and all, you'll probably be quite involved in our b--" she stopped, eyes widening as she caught herself. Merlin's beard. She had firmly decided that she would only tell close friends and family; if Griff wanted to tell Jones, that was his deal. And here she was, so caught up in a conversation that she almost blabbed about everything to him. In public no less. Quick, quick...uhm, topic change, distract him.
"Ice cream sounds amazing. So, if you had to describe yourself in terms of an ice cream flavor, what would you be?" she asked, trying not to make her voice sound too rushed or nervous.
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