If Steel were a Miqo'te, her ears would have perked up like ramrods.
Her head whipped to the waiter, very obvious interest glowing in those golden eyes of hers. "Does she now? Well...that is some very specific knowledge for one to have, even for Mistress Momodi's sharp ears. I should perhaps have a word with her. Mayhap she's a lead on who owns this little pudgy bundle."
She stroked the creature's head again, both in reassurance against the wariness of Avis' outstretched hand, and in communication that calling the creature "pudgy" was a term of endearment. She was getting very attached.
"My thanks, sir. We'll await the sustenance for our fourth guest before investigating further." With that, she gently reached in to her coinpurse and offered the waiter a pair of gil. It was hardly wise to flash coin in so busy a place as the Quicksand, but the waiter looked fit to faint at any moment, and this was the first bit of useful information that had come out of the entire endeavor.
Steel spun her coinpurse along her belt to rest between her legs--a method of protection against thieving hands...who would have to be very brave hands indeed to attempt to reach between her thighs for coin. She then reached out for one of the pieces of crudités laid out at the center of the table, turning her look to Avis as she wore a look of concern.
"Y'alright, lass? You need more to cool down your heated body?"
Her head whipped to the waiter, very obvious interest glowing in those golden eyes of hers. "Does she now? Well...that is some very specific knowledge for one to have, even for Mistress Momodi's sharp ears. I should perhaps have a word with her. Mayhap she's a lead on who owns this little pudgy bundle."
She stroked the creature's head again, both in reassurance against the wariness of Avis' outstretched hand, and in communication that calling the creature "pudgy" was a term of endearment. She was getting very attached.
"My thanks, sir. We'll await the sustenance for our fourth guest before investigating further." With that, she gently reached in to her coinpurse and offered the waiter a pair of gil. It was hardly wise to flash coin in so busy a place as the Quicksand, but the waiter looked fit to faint at any moment, and this was the first bit of useful information that had come out of the entire endeavor.
Steel spun her coinpurse along her belt to rest between her legs--a method of protection against thieving hands...who would have to be very brave hands indeed to attempt to reach between her thighs for coin. She then reached out for one of the pieces of crudités laid out at the center of the table, turning her look to Avis as she wore a look of concern.
"Y'alright, lass? You need more to cool down your heated body?"
