"Yes, she's good," Aradia said with a slightly pained smile. "But she's human, so I do have some of the same problems you have with John. But I know she cares about me. I have to believe her, when she tells me that."

She rose from the table and put a metal hand on Eridan's shoulder. "I'll be right back, then."

She turned away, heading towards the nearest kiosk, which sold something called ice cream.