Chachan shrunk away a bit at the admonishment, even though it wasn't directed at him at all. He just didn't seem to like being the cause for problems - as seen by his reaction when Sara had mentioned Ado's initial usage of his newfound hammer. Rubber head or no, he had certainly been a lot more relieved when the young lady had spoke of the Lalafellin child's "growing out" of that particular habit. Just as he became more relieved when the tensions seemed to fade as Khavan was provided his meal.
Speaking of meals, it perhaps took him a moment too long before the Doman realized that he was to serve himself. A faint blush of embarrassment danced across his freckled cheeks as he timidly gathered up some of the provided food for himself, and even then he took far less than his stomach clamored for. After all, there was quite the number of individuals at the table, and he didn't want to seem the poor house guest by eating up all their food. He tried not to be too obvious about it, but any observant eye would notice him pausing as he moved from plate to plate - as if trying to figure out how much was "okay" to take.
Gran had no such apprehensions, quickly inhaling the crumbs as soon as he noticed them. Re-energized by the treat, he started snuffling around Mikha's chair for more - caring rather little to the various chair legs he might bump into in the process. Should no more such treats appear - or, worse, should he learn it came from the Miqo'toddler - the baby behemoth would settle on his haunches at the infant's chair and give it irregular little headbutts to seek to jostle down more prizes. Subtlety was not this porker's forte.
Meanwhile, Chachan's hesitation on his food collection meant he was just setting his plate back down in front of him when Lili posed her question to him. He blinked in brief confusion, pointing to himself as if to clarify that he was the lady Hyur's intended conversation target. Once that had been verified, his response was less than fantastical.
"U-um, I might not be th' best one ta ask 'bout that," came his admittance as he scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly. "I mean, I still get out ta th' Quicksand now 'n then... but 've been spendin' most'a me suns either workin' in me smithy or doin' some inspection'r somethin' fer one'a th' House Dantes holdin's. Mines'n stuff."
He paused for a beat.
"Err... wait, no... not House Dantes. House... Dentist?" he ventured, as if one of them could properly correct him on his failure to remember the name of the noble house to which he apparently served as seneschal. All the while, he counted all his wrong guesses on his stout fingers as the name 'Dentra' continued to elude him. "No... Dental? Domino? Dance?"
"A-anyway," he finally continued after thoroughly embarrassing himself further and deepening the splash of crimson across his cheeks. "I dun really have much I can tell ya other'n Virara found 'erself a new Free Company 'n finally has 'erself 'er own room. I-it dun sound like much, 'm sure, but I was super happy fer 'er."
Speaking of meals, it perhaps took him a moment too long before the Doman realized that he was to serve himself. A faint blush of embarrassment danced across his freckled cheeks as he timidly gathered up some of the provided food for himself, and even then he took far less than his stomach clamored for. After all, there was quite the number of individuals at the table, and he didn't want to seem the poor house guest by eating up all their food. He tried not to be too obvious about it, but any observant eye would notice him pausing as he moved from plate to plate - as if trying to figure out how much was "okay" to take.
Gran had no such apprehensions, quickly inhaling the crumbs as soon as he noticed them. Re-energized by the treat, he started snuffling around Mikha's chair for more - caring rather little to the various chair legs he might bump into in the process. Should no more such treats appear - or, worse, should he learn it came from the Miqo'toddler - the baby behemoth would settle on his haunches at the infant's chair and give it irregular little headbutts to seek to jostle down more prizes. Subtlety was not this porker's forte.
Meanwhile, Chachan's hesitation on his food collection meant he was just setting his plate back down in front of him when Lili posed her question to him. He blinked in brief confusion, pointing to himself as if to clarify that he was the lady Hyur's intended conversation target. Once that had been verified, his response was less than fantastical.
"U-um, I might not be th' best one ta ask 'bout that," came his admittance as he scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly. "I mean, I still get out ta th' Quicksand now 'n then... but 've been spendin' most'a me suns either workin' in me smithy or doin' some inspection'r somethin' fer one'a th' House Dantes holdin's. Mines'n stuff."
He paused for a beat.
"Err... wait, no... not House Dantes. House... Dentist?" he ventured, as if one of them could properly correct him on his failure to remember the name of the noble house to which he apparently served as seneschal. All the while, he counted all his wrong guesses on his stout fingers as the name 'Dentra' continued to elude him. "No... Dental? Domino? Dance?"
"A-anyway," he finally continued after thoroughly embarrassing himself further and deepening the splash of crimson across his cheeks. "I dun really have much I can tell ya other'n Virara found 'erself a new Free Company 'n finally has 'erself 'er own room. I-it dun sound like much, 'm sure, but I was super happy fer 'er."