Momodi eyed Avis thoughtfully, several memories and questions rising unbidden to her mind. She had been fairly certain she had caught glimpses of the Hyur's face from beneath a hood here and there, but she had never been absolutely certain of it. Now here she was, uncloaked - if the Lalafell had identified her correctly, of course - and spending time in some interesting company. And she wasn't referring to just Gran. Speaking of, though...
"Considerin' that little dish he's currently inhalin' was made with him in mind, I'd hope I knew 'im," Momodi responded playfully, one small fist on her hip as the other hand waggled an instructive finger. "That goes for his owner, too." Her free hand moved to mirror the other on her hip. "Though, I rarely see one without the other, so this is a bit of a surprise. Gran is usually in their Hourglass room until Chachan gets home, and it's hard to miss that kid runnin' around..."
The Quicksand's owner made a point to glance around the well-populated establishment, trying to catch sight of the baby behemoth's owner. Chachanji's return times were always rather nebulous - his tasks could run long or he'd immediately peel off to train with that Free Paladin Warren - but she usually noticed his return well before he let his little pig-friend free from his room. And even on the few times she hadn't, he had always made a point of calling up the stairs first to summon his partner in crime to his side, giving ample warning to anyone paying him any lick of attention. Of course, now that she mused on that particular point, that meant already Gran knew how to get out of the room. Perhaps it was even stranger that the little porker hadn't done it before now.
... Or maybe he had and she'd just never noticed...
Hm.
It was a troublesome thought to be sure, and another thing she needed to remember to look into. Either way, when her search turned up negative, she returned her attentions again to Steel Wolf - her eyes hesitating briefly again on Avis - before giving a magnanimous shrug of her shoulders. Gran, being that aforementioned baby behemoth, was enjoying his Meateor meal far too much to make his own porcine input, though he did arc his neck upward a bit into the Hyur's hand for more pets. He could always make time for more pets.
"... but apparently he isn't here." She returned her fists to her hips as her shoulders fell, and her attentions turned to the other puzzling matter at this table. "Yet, here's someone I didn't expect to see who is..."
"Considerin' that little dish he's currently inhalin' was made with him in mind, I'd hope I knew 'im," Momodi responded playfully, one small fist on her hip as the other hand waggled an instructive finger. "That goes for his owner, too." Her free hand moved to mirror the other on her hip. "Though, I rarely see one without the other, so this is a bit of a surprise. Gran is usually in their Hourglass room until Chachan gets home, and it's hard to miss that kid runnin' around..."
The Quicksand's owner made a point to glance around the well-populated establishment, trying to catch sight of the baby behemoth's owner. Chachanji's return times were always rather nebulous - his tasks could run long or he'd immediately peel off to train with that Free Paladin Warren - but she usually noticed his return well before he let his little pig-friend free from his room. And even on the few times she hadn't, he had always made a point of calling up the stairs first to summon his partner in crime to his side, giving ample warning to anyone paying him any lick of attention. Of course, now that she mused on that particular point, that meant already Gran knew how to get out of the room. Perhaps it was even stranger that the little porker hadn't done it before now.
... Or maybe he had and she'd just never noticed...
Hm.
It was a troublesome thought to be sure, and another thing she needed to remember to look into. Either way, when her search turned up negative, she returned her attentions again to Steel Wolf - her eyes hesitating briefly again on Avis - before giving a magnanimous shrug of her shoulders. Gran, being that aforementioned baby behemoth, was enjoying his Meateor meal far too much to make his own porcine input, though he did arc his neck upward a bit into the Hyur's hand for more pets. He could always make time for more pets.
"... but apparently he isn't here." She returned her fists to her hips as her shoulders fell, and her attentions turned to the other puzzling matter at this table. "Yet, here's someone I didn't expect to see who is..."
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