Tummy Rumblies

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet She tilted her head to the side curiously. The outlanders all seemed so enamoured with the deities, herself included in a way, and yet Emmett who had grown up knowing of them didn't. She wondered why. "You seem a little disinterested despite worshipping him." she pointed out. "Why is that?" Her tone wasn't judgemental, just genuinely curious. Perhaps the Naturals maintained a distance with the deities for a reason...which she could guess but it would still be interesting to hear from the source. Or was it a more personal reason that Emmett didn't seem so infatuated with them? "Never been able to give a pretty girl a flower before, so real you gave me somethin'." Her cheeks turned a pale shade of pink and she looked up at him wide-eyed. "You are giving me lots of compliments for having just met me. You'll make my head too big to walk if you aren't careful." she said in a slightly teasing manner, but smiling prettily. It was...nice to be called pretty. Though...it did make her wonder a little. "But you say it like you've never met a girl your age before?" Granted, she hadn't met a boy close to her age since coming here, but certainly there were more folk living out in the Outlands like he did that were younger. Did he just not like those girls or was she the only one...and thereby the only option...and therefore not necessarily pretty. Oh boy talk about a rabbit hole! Maybe she needed to not think so much and just appreciate being...doted on a little.