Bright blue playful eyes, displaying no hint yet of the fatigue slowly building behind them, looked, smiling, to Momodi.
The Lalafel matron looked back, her little mouth hanging just slightly open in a look of utter exasperation. She rolled her eyes, and shook her head with a dismissive wave of the hand, before she turned back to counting out the night's take.
Aya looked to Warren with a wink, before starting to sway her head back and forth with excited energy, biting her lip in anticipation as she pushed the bottle toward him. She pronounced the words slowly but lightly, her accent filling every word with that little sense of mystery, "So what'll it be Ser Ruffian?" she almost giggled along with the words, her eyes glancing from the bottle and back to him as she raised her eyebrows slightly, while that playful little grin irresistibly won over her lips.
The Lalafel matron looked back, her little mouth hanging just slightly open in a look of utter exasperation. She rolled her eyes, and shook her head with a dismissive wave of the hand, before she turned back to counting out the night's take.
Aya looked to Warren with a wink, before starting to sway her head back and forth with excited energy, biting her lip in anticipation as she pushed the bottle toward him. She pronounced the words slowly but lightly, her accent filling every word with that little sense of mystery, "So what'll it be Ser Ruffian?" she almost giggled along with the words, her eyes glancing from the bottle and back to him as she raised her eyebrows slightly, while that playful little grin irresistibly won over her lips.
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