"Lunch and wine sounds perfect. And don't worry about ingredients, just tell me what you need and I'll send someone out for the groceries--and the wine of course."
For all the Bulma is arrogant, proud, privileged and entitled, she knows how good she has it. She never had gotten on well with others of her social standing, always more interested in fixing car engines or running off on a wild adventure in the wilderness in search of knowledge. How could she have any friends at all then, if she were anything but aware of where her advantages lay, and where the lacked for others? No, she'd take care of it. She would always take care of it, because she could.
Bulma nods, sucking nicotine through a filterless tobacco straw as she thinks.
"Okay, but when you do feel like talking about it, I would rather hear it from you than anyone else. You can't run away from what happened forever." She smiles then, finally going along with the change of direction after forcing in the last word. "Oh? Still dating whats his name?"
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For all the Bulma is arrogant, proud, privileged and entitled, she knows how good she has it. She never had gotten on well with others of her social standing, always more interested in fixing car engines or running off on a wild adventure in the wilderness in search of knowledge. How could she have any friends at all then, if she were anything but aware of where her advantages lay, and where the lacked for others? No, she'd take care of it. She would always take care of it, because she could.
Bulma nods, sucking nicotine through a filterless tobacco straw as she thinks.
"Okay, but when you do feel like talking about it, I would rather hear it from you than anyone else. You can't run away from what happened forever." She smiles then, finally going along with the change of direction after forcing in the last word. "Oh? Still dating whats his name?"