"Here you go ladies. A little something to fill the void while you listen to really bad techno." Nate joked as he dropped the Spanish style food in front of them. Althought Nathaniel's mother was Native and not Spanish, Nate looks tended so far towards his father's that it was neigh impossible to guess he was anything but Spanish. His younger sister Adrianna was a little more like their mother, and both children had inherited Alice's dancer's grace. Grace on the other hand, looked so much like her Irish mother that it seemed impossible that she was half Cuban. Unless the brat child actually got out and into the sunlight, then her skin tanned a lovely golden honey colour. And the freckles, those came out like mushrooms after the rain! But despite the strange motly of heritages that made up Ophelia's two young friends, they both ate the spicy Spanish food like it was everyday fare. Wheras Ophelia was a little bit more cautious. Thankfully Nate must have had words with the cheif, because although there was spice in the food, it was subtle in her plate and just added to the flavour. He'd been an absolute monster one time and Ophelia had ended up with the most upset stomache after eating a habaneros pepper...
                              
"Thank you Nathaniel." Ophelia said with her usual calm tone, knowing that he was waiting for them to try a bite before he'd leave.
                              
"Food's great. But no offence Nitwit, you look absolutely wretched. What happen, you wander the streets all night and forget to sleep?" Grace asked with her usual lack of tack. The girl also ate like her father, shovelling the food in so no one could steal it. Strange habit for an only child, except for the fact that Opi knew that Nathaniel would often steal food off of anyone's plate, that boy ate an awful lot, even after he'd stopped growing. Ophelia felt a slight pang of guilt because she knew why Nathaniel looked so tired. She had dumped an emotional wreck all over him last night and he had just taken it in stride.
                              
"Oh you know me, I was out righting wrongs, defending the fenseless and rescuing puppies. It's hard to be a superhero on the sly, but I do it with such panache." Nate immediately replied with a grin and a wink.
                              
"Some how I doubt that." Grace replied with heavy sarcasm in her voice.
                              
Nate just shrugged and Ophelia almost coughed her food out when he replied with, "I could say I was in bed with a beautiful woman last night. Or maybe I can claim that I was actually coming up with a brilliant mathemagical equation to make me rich and famous."
                              
"Mathemagical?" Ophelia felt compelled to ask, astonished at his plain faced audacity. Not a single change in facial expression or tone of voice had given away the fact that at least part of what he'd said was true.
                              
"Yes, math is so far out of my realm of understanding that it might as well be magic. Thus, mathemagical." Nate shrugged again and Grace laughed while Ophelia just blinked at him.
                              
There were moments where being Nathaniel Spade Vegas friend was trying to her patience, and then there were moments like this, where Ophelia was just amused and grateful that nothing seemed to ever stop his humour and light. Still, she had to wonder if that was entirely true, because she spotted the swolled red knuckles on his hands.
                              
A lifetime as the younger sister to a gangster and all roung trouble maker, Ophelia had learned to spot someone who had just been in a fight. There were no bruises on Nate's face, but the battered hands and the way he kept his arms tucked close to his body said louder than words that he was sporting some bruises. And it disturbed her enough that she wanted to ask him about it. But not with Grace around. The youngest James woman was a might bit fiesty and Ophelia knew that if Grace were to learn that Nate had been fighting, the tall redhead would jump in with both feet, a lot of attitude and likely get in the way. Grace was tough and smart, but she lacked the natural finess of a fighter, much like Opi did. Attitude could only carry you so far.