The sharp laugh, followed by the sharp smell of spice, startled Gran out of curious snufflings and brought his attentions back to the folks at the table. He shot Avis an incredulous look, with her being the only one in motion and therefore the cause of the shocking sensations. She said something to him, but again he had no clue as to what, before extending a sleepy hand towards him.
Considering the recent startle, plus the food-scare from the start of this little adventure, it was no surprise that Gran retreated a bit into Steel Wolf's arms at the presented appendage. He gave a small snort of warning, his dangling tail flicking back and forth like a viper looking for the right moment to strike. His eyes were locked on that approaching hand, as if it were the claw of an angry coeurl.
It was to this scene that the waiter returned with the first of the table's food choices - an assortment of fresh vegetables chopped and quartered and presented for easy plucking and consumption with one's fingers. Being a tavern first and foremost, it was no surprise that the Quicksand would provide a decent selection of finger foods so that one could talk and eat at the same time. Distracted eating meant more eating, which meant more coin being spent to replenish the quickly vanishing foodstuffs. Methods that led to more coin being spent, a standard Ul'dah procedure.
This didn't keep the waiter from being wary as he set the plates down. His eyes mostly downcast and focused on china and table rather than the people he served. He did glance up once or twice in the process, and was met with a strange standoff between Hyur and piglet. He was quick to avert his gaze again.
"So... ah... Ms. Momodi said she knows what to feed your... pet," he intoned as he set the last plate into place. "It... it should be brought out with... the rest of the meal."
He looked quite ready to retreat and leave the group to their roughage.
Considering the recent startle, plus the food-scare from the start of this little adventure, it was no surprise that Gran retreated a bit into Steel Wolf's arms at the presented appendage. He gave a small snort of warning, his dangling tail flicking back and forth like a viper looking for the right moment to strike. His eyes were locked on that approaching hand, as if it were the claw of an angry coeurl.
It was to this scene that the waiter returned with the first of the table's food choices - an assortment of fresh vegetables chopped and quartered and presented for easy plucking and consumption with one's fingers. Being a tavern first and foremost, it was no surprise that the Quicksand would provide a decent selection of finger foods so that one could talk and eat at the same time. Distracted eating meant more eating, which meant more coin being spent to replenish the quickly vanishing foodstuffs. Methods that led to more coin being spent, a standard Ul'dah procedure.
This didn't keep the waiter from being wary as he set the plates down. His eyes mostly downcast and focused on china and table rather than the people he served. He did glance up once or twice in the process, and was met with a strange standoff between Hyur and piglet. He was quick to avert his gaze again.
"So... ah... Ms. Momodi said she knows what to feed your... pet," he intoned as he set the last plate into place. "It... it should be brought out with... the rest of the meal."
He looked quite ready to retreat and leave the group to their roughage.
