One didn't get into a position like Momodi's without being able to read people. As such, Avis' unspoken "later" was less of a subtle hint and more as a silent, implied commentary on the situation between them. Her eyes had then turned to what seemed to be the more important topic of conversation - the wayward Gran who was now pushing the bowl around with his snout as he licked at the juices that still clung stubbornly to its ceramic depths.
"Well," the lady Lalafell spoke, turning to face the seated Roegadyn. Those eyes that read deeper than most people thought gazing into Steel's own golden orbs. "I'm more than willin' to return the little porker to his room... if that's what you'd like me to do. From how I'm seein' it, though, I don't think we needs must rush him away quite so quickly. Mayhaps he'll be well enough in such friendly company until his owner returns to claim him."
At which point, Momodi silent added, they could meet the boy who owned the baby behemoth. The friend-loving Chachanji would most likely be thrilled to meet some new faces, especially those who were so enamored with his little companion. She had seen the faces he'd give Koporo, who was more than a little vocal about his opinions on the purple piglet. And his opinions in general.
Avis' blurting of the word "sweetheart" drew the Lalafell's attentions back to her formerly-wayward customer. It wasn't a look of confusion or alarm or anything of that nature. Just a warm smile as the Hyur cemented the friendly atmosphere at the table.
"Friendly company, indeed," she repeated, motioning for one of the servers to come claim the empty Meateor bowl before Gran licked a hole through the table. "Anyroad, our little friend seems to be in the mood for seconds. We'll bring around another helpin'. And if you need anythin' else, just ask. Okay?"
With a masterful grin and a wave of her hand, Momodi returned to her post behind the counter. Though, her eyes often drifted back over to that table of companions brought together by weird happenstance. She'd have to press Avis for the details when that unspoken "later" became "now."
"Well," the lady Lalafell spoke, turning to face the seated Roegadyn. Those eyes that read deeper than most people thought gazing into Steel's own golden orbs. "I'm more than willin' to return the little porker to his room... if that's what you'd like me to do. From how I'm seein' it, though, I don't think we needs must rush him away quite so quickly. Mayhaps he'll be well enough in such friendly company until his owner returns to claim him."
At which point, Momodi silent added, they could meet the boy who owned the baby behemoth. The friend-loving Chachanji would most likely be thrilled to meet some new faces, especially those who were so enamored with his little companion. She had seen the faces he'd give Koporo, who was more than a little vocal about his opinions on the purple piglet. And his opinions in general.
Avis' blurting of the word "sweetheart" drew the Lalafell's attentions back to her formerly-wayward customer. It wasn't a look of confusion or alarm or anything of that nature. Just a warm smile as the Hyur cemented the friendly atmosphere at the table.
"Friendly company, indeed," she repeated, motioning for one of the servers to come claim the empty Meateor bowl before Gran licked a hole through the table. "Anyroad, our little friend seems to be in the mood for seconds. We'll bring around another helpin'. And if you need anythin' else, just ask. Okay?"
With a masterful grin and a wave of her hand, Momodi returned to her post behind the counter. Though, her eyes often drifted back over to that table of companions brought together by weird happenstance. She'd have to press Avis for the details when that unspoken "later" became "now."
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