Yeah, no kidding. ( the city of new york was way fonder of him than his boss was, it turns out. Peter has told Juvia a little bit about that, actually; now she's totally able to call him out for taking pictures of himself for a man that hated him. that should be fun for her, if she ever decides to be brutal enough to do it. (do it, Juvia. he deserves it.)

Juvia isn't powerful? he shakes his head at that one, not looking her in the eye as he puts ice in glasses and pours the tea that may or may not be strong enough to make drinks with yet. the proof will be in the drinking, right? )

I like it. It doesn't have to be about power, you know? It's just... you. ( he gives her a glass, finally looking her in the eye and forcing himself to remember that he made this drink because the poor girl is sweating away with a fever. ) Once you finish this, you need to get some rest. Deal?