The Judge's hand in the matter was over and done with, despite Inessa's desire for a more physical resolution. He had engaged in a conversation, albeit one with someone obviously against following proper etiquette and structure, and it had ended concisely and clearly enough. There would be no punch thrown unless she herself initiated it. Which would probably be quite the disappointment to all the onlookers who were expecting a brawl to break out.
Well, except for Momodi and her staff, of course. A look of stern concern had crept onto her features as the conversation started to look more and more like it would end up with fists flying and damage to her fine establishment. It melted away, however, when the situation seemed to have defused itself somewhat. Neither side looked willing to throw the first punch, leaving just a tense air about the bar, and she was content enough to leave it at that. The menu reached Jredthys with slightly larger martini glass in silent thanks for not letting the discussion devolve into fisticuffs.
Now the Judge perused the menu, trying to decide what the proper choice would be from the provided selection. It was not quite the time for a proper full meal, so something light was in order. Perhaps along the lines of a soup or a small salad, or something else from the list appetizers. Maybe even something as simple as some bread to balance out the liquor and stave off any hintings of hunger until the proper time to eat.
Hm.
Well, except for Momodi and her staff, of course. A look of stern concern had crept onto her features as the conversation started to look more and more like it would end up with fists flying and damage to her fine establishment. It melted away, however, when the situation seemed to have defused itself somewhat. Neither side looked willing to throw the first punch, leaving just a tense air about the bar, and she was content enough to leave it at that. The menu reached Jredthys with slightly larger martini glass in silent thanks for not letting the discussion devolve into fisticuffs.
Now the Judge perused the menu, trying to decide what the proper choice would be from the provided selection. It was not quite the time for a proper full meal, so something light was in order. Perhaps along the lines of a soup or a small salad, or something else from the list appetizers. Maybe even something as simple as some bread to balance out the liquor and stave off any hintings of hunger until the proper time to eat.
Hm.
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