Bree smiled when Artemis laughed. Humor was always Bree’s go to in any situation, even when she wasn’t even intending on being funny. Artemis then decided to get up to order the food she must’ve decided against ordering for whatever when she had gotten her own drink in the first place. “Alright.” Bree would’ve left at that point, but Artemis said she would be right back, implying that she wanted Bree to wait there, so she sat there looking at her phone waiting for Artemis. It was more than just a couple minutes later, and Artemis came back with something sweet to eat. However, as Artemis sat down, she kicked Bree in the prosthetic, fun… granted, it was accidental as far as Bree knew, but kicking a pirate in the peg leg is always a cool thing to do… “It’s whatever, no big deal.” she said in response to Artemis’s apology. Bree could see the way Artemis had looked at her leg when she got up in the first place, and how she looked at it when she sat down. Had the girl never seen someone with a prosthetic before? If she wanted to ask, she needed to just ask. Bree didn’t care if people asked, although she couldn’t guarantee she would give a straight answer, she just wasn’t going to introduce the prosthetic into conversation with someone she just met for no reason. After all, there’s plenty more to her than just being a girl who lost her leg.