For the remainder of the trip, each member of the odd love triangle had their own agenda. Xanthee stayed for the most part either in her own chamber thinking about her two loves or with Raven. Wolf spent most of his time plotting how to get his Xan back, and Char spent most of his time monitoring Wolf's behavior and learning as much about him as possible. They'd each drop by Xanthee's room from time to time, but only she knew that neither of them got much farther than a bit of cuddling and maybe some occasional kissing.

That left Jarok and Raven alone a lot. Way too much if anyone was to ask either of them. But both them knew deep down that they enjoyed each other's company. Most of the trip was spent by bickering and then semi-making up in ways such as silence or eating together.

Raven was thinking about how stupid men were, and decided to voice her opinion. She was typically a very quiet girl; extremely shy. She rarely even talked to people, let alone men. Men mortified her since they represented an obstacle she wasn't quite ready to leap. She smirked at him as his jaw dropped.

Jarok retaliated with saying that women were overbearing. Then it was his turn to smirk. He had always been a bit cynical, tired of being pushed around by women as he was so short. He was also quiet, and secretly he hoped to find his one true love. However, he knew his chances were slim. Some woman would claim him any day, since he had turned 18 on the trip.

They took a while shooting each other down back and forth for a while. Then Jarok's face lit up. He realized that it didn't have to be that way. He could still hide behind this Raven person and perhaps be untouchable. Other than her hair, she would probably fit in on Eden. Raven gave him an odd look and he shook his head minutely, changing his mind. He'd take what came to him and go down nobly. He'd be even better than Char, not having to rely on women from another planet. There was something vaguely comforting about the girls back home.

Raven suddenly wished she knew how to flirt. She wanted to see if it were possible for a guy to fall in love with her. Not that she'd actually ever want him. He was too short for him. Even with his blue-spiked hair, he just barely came up to her breasts. Bad image, she thought too late. But she couldn't help it now. God, I sure hope that's not all that he can see when he looks at me, she started to despise him, getting a sure feeling of dread that that was indeed what he was doing. "You pervert!" She screamed, stopping off to Xan's room and slamming the door.

Jarok sat in his chair, blinking his eyes for a while. "What did I do? You are so psychotic!" He screamed through the door after her, stomping off to his own chambers. He sat there quietly for a few minutes, pouting. A few minutes later he emerged to make dinner. He went to each of their rooms and told them it was ready. Another silent dinner, how perfectly dreadful, he thought while plastering a fake smile on his face. These days, dinner consisted of Jarok and Raven arguing just as any siblings would. Raven sat across from him and glared. He had a sudden image of her inheriting the shape of her namesake and plucking his eyes out. He ducked his head self-consciously and finished his meal quickly before running out of the room.

Xanthee sat opposite of both Char and Wolf, not wanting to seem to favor either of them. Eventually, she finished and each of them went their own way. Raven went back to the living area with Jarok, having had her chat with Xan about flirting as she had hoped.

"So uh…sexy," she gulped.

Jarok turned to face her and raised an eyebrow almost impossibly high. "What…did you just call me?" His eye twitched. He looked at her intensely, and his breathing intensified.

"Um, sexy," she repeated. "What's…cookin'?" She tried her best at trying to be appealing and attractive, and then her face fell. "Oh fuck this shit." She got up and ran into the kitchen, grabbing a carton of chocolate ice cream with chocolate chips out of the fridge. With how similar their cultures seemed, she'd never thought twice about them having ice cream or any of the other amenities she was used to.

Jarok followed her in warily. "What the hell happened to you?" He inquired from a safe distance.

"Leave me alone, I'm eating," she mumbled, dribbling a bit of chocolate down her chin and wiping it up.

"Tell me," he warned menacingly, still bristling in the doorway.

"Shut up already, you pig!"

"Me? I'm not the one slopping ice cream all over myself!" He crossed his arms indignantly over his chest.

"You're just like all the rest; shallow, inconsiderate, pompous, and…and everything else!" She took a spoonful of her ice cream and flung it at his dark navy shirt.
Stupid men…" she muttered under her breath, turning her back to him.

Jarok blinked and his mouth dropped open with shock. He scraped the chocolate out of his eyes with his fingers and licked some off his lips. He snorted to get some out of his nose. Then, spuriously, he came up behind her and smeared the chocolate on his fingers through her hair. "Take that you…you…woman you! Stupid women! Think they own everything!" She spun around with a whole handful of the stuff this time, and he ducked as quickly as possible.

"Nuh-uh, short man, not gonna happen," she grabbed his spiky blue hair in one hand, throwing the carton onto the counter. "I'm too used to being with Xanthee; you're not going to get away that easy!"

He struggled with all his might to retrieve the carton from the counter and eventually succeeded, arching his back as he felt the cold semi-liquid running down his back under his shirt and into his pants. "Cold, cold, cold," he chanted to himself, shivering as it ran down his spine. Scooping out his own handful, he spun and slipped on a gooey mess of chocolate chips that had landed haphazardly on the floor. Unfortunately, he had already begun to reach out his hand to return the favor and smear chocolate down her back. His downward motion combined with his outstretched hand caused him generously squeeze a large handful of cold ice cream and her butt at the same time. He winced and all was silence for a while.

Raven froze and then began stuttering, her face turning bright red. "You, you PERVERT!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, smacking him across the face and leaving a throbbing hand mark behind. She snarled and stomped to her room, stopping just once at the doorway to stare daggers at him.

He continued to sit on the floor in the same spot, frozen in shock.