Aysha pulled her arm out of Craytia's grasp and cleaned off her tears with the back of her hand.

"I'm fine, Craytia."

Craytia looked back at her. "Do you want anything?" She asked while gently stroking Aysha's cheek.

Aysha decided she would play along. She'd continue to play along as long as needed until she turned against Craytia. Like a flame, she'd dance around without ever actually hurting Craytia. She'd play around and keep pretending until she let herself loose. Aysha nodded in response. "I'd like another vanilla cake."

Craytia clapped her hands together. "Of course! There are leftovers in the fridge."

They walked out of the room and went to the kitchen. "Craytia, you never told me much about yourself."

"Ah, you still remembered that? Well, what do you want to know?"

Aysha stayed quiet for a few moments. She had to be clever with the questions she asked. She couldn't be too obvious...or could she? She knew she was overthinking. Strategy had never been her strong suit, but she had to try.

"Did you kill your mother to become the next Jewel?"

Aysha hadn't seen any pictures of Craytia's mother. She knew that there were probably tons out there, but it had never really interested her until now.

Craytia answered, "No. The old hag is still very much alive and kicking unfortunately."

She has a bad relationship with her mother? Could I use that to my advantage?

They arrived at the kitchen as Aysha opened the fridge and Craytia got plates and utensils out for the both of them. In Aysha's opinion, the best thing about cake was the fact that it tasted amazing when hot and cold. When hot, it practically melted in your mouth, all the flavors swirling together in soft deliciousness. When cold, you were able to pick out all the different tastes easier and the cake wasn't as soft, but it was still just as delicious.

Aysha sliced a big piece for herself. She and Craytia ate slowly in silence.

"Aysha, I want to watch a movie with you," There was a mischievous glint in Craytia's eyes.

Aysha nodded, not answering at her. She wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to watch. Personally, she would've liked a cartoon, but she didn't voice her thoughts. Aysha finished up the last of her cake while Craytia turned away and put a large bag of popcorn in the microwave. She got out a bucket as well.

Aysha currently couldn't understand what Craytia's motive was. Her actions were random and unclear. Was Craytia trying to butter her up before she killed her? If so, she had to be on her guard more than ever.

When the microwave beeped, Craytia dumped the bag into a bucket. She gave Aysha a bright smile before holding her hand and leading her to where the theater was. Aysha once again, shoved away the feeling of how right it felt for her hand to be in Craytia's. The mini movie theater in Craytia's home had high-quality black chairs with velvet coverings on top of them. The screen was large and Craytia was awkwardly holding a remote in the same hand as the bucket of popcorn. The movie titles on the screen were as clear as day.

Craytia led her to the seats at the front. She held the popcorn in her lap as though it was as precious as a newborn child. Craytia looked to Aysha. "What do you want to watch?"

Aysha shrugged. "I don't know."

"Are you sure?" Craytia stared at her so intensely, Aysha felt like she couldn't look away. She felt like if she looked away, she would've lost an unsung battle. She stared back at Craytia just as intensely, determined not to look away.

"Have you ever watched Sharknado, Aysha?"

Aysha shook her head. She'd seen a few clips of it, but she'd never watched it. The movie, in a nutshell, had to do with sharks coming out of tornadoes. Hence the name, Sharknado.

Craytia put it on and put the bucket between the both of them. "You can eat some of it if you want. It's not just for me, you know?"

"Okay," Aysha said, reaching over. She ate it, enjoying the buttery and salty taste.

It had been a while.