Clarissia mocked a little shriek as Diago turned the eye so that it was looking at her. She wasn't really unsettled by it, even when he took it out and set it on the counter. Despite making fun of the soup, she was surprised to see him actually taste it. She nearly had to turn away at the sight, holding back more laughter. "I can't help but laugh when you're being so ridiculous," she managed to say, taking a deep breath to calm herself, a large smile on her face. She was glad that it wasn't so bad though such that he was able to eat it. She still felt really sorry for the poor guy though. "I'm not really sure exactly why Masq hates it here, but I think he misconstrued their scatterbrained nature for rudeness before. He seemed a lot more calm when we first got here, so maybe he's over it now that he knows the truth behind their actions," she explained, plopping a frog leg into her mouth. It was slightly firm and the spice was a perfect accent to the natural flavor. She was one for spicy things anyway. Picking up a few potatoes with her fork, she plopped them into her mouth as well. It was all so savory. She closed her eyes momentarily in delight, wishing the food could just stay on her tongue, but she chewed like a normal person and managed to swallow it all. Her eyes opened and were practically sparkling with joy, but she managed to keep her composure. "As for the festival, I don't know much about it. Masq has all the answers," the girl responded honestly before taking a sip of tea. "All I know is that it takes place on the shores of Lake Anitia, the lake that borders this city. It's just like Masq said earlier. Food, dancing, music. I think it should be fun," she chimed before prodding a few more potatoes onto her fork. She held the fork up pointed at Diago. "Here, try these," she offered, poking her tongue out at him. "I think these will make for a good complement to your soup there." Masquerade wiped his eyes and face quickly. "N-no, Celestine, please. There's nothing you need to be sorry about. We'll have our time to talk. Right now, I'm taking great pleasure in yours and Diago's company. I'm so glad to have you guys with us," he interjected. He hadn't meant for Celestine to feel bad. "I'll probably talk to Clarissia later on tonight when we get to the inn. There's nothing to worry about." He gave her a reassuring smile to let her know that he wasn't bothered by it at all. It was really the past that just overwhelmed him, truth be told. "And you're right; there are other girls. As they say, every loss only serves to make you stronger. It's like losing a battle with the war being far from over." The analogy seemed unbelievably inappropriate, but then thinking about it a bit more, love truly was like a battleground. He was fighting for what he held true to his heart. There was nothing he wouldn't do to succeed, but his success rested in the hands of the one he loved. Would she accept his love or deny it? I guess I'll be figuring out the answer to that tonight... "I appreciate you offering to help, but that song I played represented the utmost epitome of my feelings for Clarissia. You saw the effects of it yourself," Masquerade said confidently, trying to straighten himself up. He could still feel the residue from his tears on his cheeks, and his eyes were still red and slightly puffy. "If I didn't win her with that, then the only thing I can imagine would help would be time, even though it already feels like we've been friends for an eternity. It's almost as if I can't remember a time when we weren't friends. But I can wait. You'll find that I'm a very patient man," he stated calmly, his composure slowly but surely reaching its normal state of being. "I might need to talk to you again in the future; I think that would be enough help. And I really appreciate it." The composer bowed his head to Celestine who couldn't have possibly been more kind. It was something he didn't want to take for granted.