[Isaac Williams]

He nodded as she spoke: He supposed he could understand why she felt like that. People were complex in their own right and more often than not, had ulterior motives behind anything they did. Unlike animals, no human was ever truly good. Even those considered so always had a reason for the good deeds they did, be it feeling better about themselves or something entirely different. By nature, humans were selfish.

"They're not very good at hiding their true emotions either, are they?" He asked, chuckling softly. "Kind of hard to misunderstand a dog wagging their tail or a cat hissing at you." He shrugged at that. He could understand why she'd prefer animals. Most people did these days.

[Natalie Arazi]

Once the conversation turned to her ability, Natalie wondered if a person could so easily understand what she tried to explain. She was often met with agreements but she had yet to meet someone as genuine as any animal. Maybe she was just lucky to understand them. "That's exactly what I mean. There isn't any reason for them to hide anything." People were an entirely different case.

As they rounded the corner to enter the library, her arm slipped out from his as she walked a little faster towards the section. "So do you cook?" She asked, finding the appropriate isle and scanning the spines of the books.

[Isaac Williams]

He nodded at that; After all, it was perfectly understandable. Of course, it wasn't lost on him that he was one of those people. It didn't bother him, of course, but it was food for thought nonetheless. "Why do you think people feed the need to hide themselves then?" He asked instead, genuine curiosity coloring his blue eyes.

He was only slightly disappointed when he felt the warmth of her touch leave his arm. A small smile caressed his features as he followed her, eyes watching her as her attention was drawn towards the books. "Not willingly." He offered with a shrug. "But certain things are a necessity when you leave the nest." That and his sister was awful in the kitchen.

[Natalie Arazi]

It was a deep question, and Natalie wasn't sure she had an answer to something like that. "I'm sure everyone has a different reason." She decided to go with, because when it came to understanding people's motives, she wasn't the best person to to.

Her fingertips traveled along the labels before stopping at one that caught her eye. She hooked her index finger at the top, drawing it out before starting to flip through it. A small smile spread across her lips at the idea that this man didn't cook willingly. She herself found it to be a relaxing process. "You can only live off instant ramen for so long," she teased. "I've always loved cooking, since I was a child."

[Isaac Williams]

There was little he could counter with. Instead, the blonde simply nodded. After all, she was right. At least from his experience, knowing that people had ulterior motives and accepting it, was generally the healthier option. Though, that was easy for him to say, considering how he didn't really care.

He turned his attention to the books; few of which caught his attention. While he enjoyed food, he'd never had much interest in making it. Not beyond the need to eat to survive, anyways. That didn't mean he didn't appreciate someone who differed from him in that aspect. He grinned, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "You should teach me sometime." He offered casually.

[Natalie Arazi]

Her gaze settled on the bright pictures of the book in her hands, continuing to flip through casually as they spoke. Immediately, a humorous smile spread across her lips at the idea of teaching him how to cook, in part because he already stated he didn't enjoy the process. The other - "You'd be surprised how many people request that of me but never actually follow through."

She'd known friends for years that repeatedly stated that Natalie should teach them how to cook. In the times she offered to, it never seemed to be a priority.

[Isaac Williams]

He scoffed lightly, amusement visible on his features. He supposed he could understand why some would. From his experience, most people weren't what he'd consider reliable. He wasn't. At least not with certain things. What she mentioned, though, didn't seem like a huge commitment - even if it didn't end the way he was hoping it would.

"I'd show up." He said easily, one shoulder shrugging. He would, too, if the offer was ever given to him. Perhaps not only for the cooking, but that hardly mattered. 

[Natalie Arazi]

After finding a few recipes that caught her eye, Natalie closed the book with a snap, tucking it under her arm as she scanned the titles again. The corner of her lip twitched as she spared a glance at the blonde, but she let her attention fully settle back to the task at hand. It was interesting to hear that he'd show up for something he said he hadn't much interest in, and it brought a hum out of the trainer. She humored the thought of actually being given a chance to teach someone to cook.

"So what do you do, Issac?"

[Isaac Williams]

There was quite a lot of answers he could have given to her questions. Many of which would have put him in a better light and many that would have been an outright lie. Instead, he opted for parts of the truth. It was generally easier that way.

A small smile formed on his lips and his eyes moved to the books. "I'm a writer." He replied. He offered something of a shrug, but his eyes didn't move to hers again. Being a writer had always been a sensitive topic for him. It wasn't something he enjoyed discussing and none but his teachers or his sister had ever read anything he'd written.

"And you?"

[Natalie Arazi]

The answer provided offered a little more insight than he might have expected - because it meant he wasn't a trainer or a teacher. Though writing sounded like quite the profession, she then pegged him as a student. The corner of her mouth twitching upward as she reached for another title.

"I'm a trainer here." She explained, a little bit of pride swelling in her voice over the fact. She would never not be proud of her title.

"And what is it that you write?"