Diamante exited the room to prepare food.
Persimmon didn't really listen to his partner's story. Sherwood didn't seem like the kind of guy with a lot of different stories to tell; he was sure if he cared, he could hear that one again some other day. What was far more interesting were the expressions he made while telling it. My, I've got myself quite the awkward team here, haven't I? Seeing Sherwood talk himself into a corner was fun, sure, but it would get old fast. Now seemed like a good time to bail him out. "So, you're from Vacuo, Suntalia? I probably should have guessed that. You certainly seem to have the characteristic Vacuan sense of liberty!" Or she was just reckless and childish, but who would say that to a cute girl's face?