Steel tromped forward in as dramatic a manner as possible, her considerable height and the weight of her armor lending extra impetus to her footfalls. She stood behind the waiter, ignoring his personal bubble whilst expanding her own. Golden eyes glared down, smirking as she held, sure enough, a baby behemoth.
"Y'heard the lady." ,she said in a blunt but not entirely aggressive tone, the smirk playing on her lips still apparent in her voice.
She was about to respond to the query of the ultra-eager Miqo'te when she noticed Gran clambering over her arms, trying to peer through the questioning character's hair. She chuckled, reeling the piglet back in to her arms. "Ooh-ho-no, you don't, you wee purple terror. Stay put, ya."
She lowered herself to one of the chairs at the table Avis had found the foursome--the piglet was now part of the party as anyone--and nodded for Miko to take the last unoccupied seat. "I don't see why y'can't pet the bugger. Just so...seems to like having 'is hairs brushed this way." As Steel spoke, she stroked the spiky black mohawk gently a couple of times in demonstration, moving from snooter to shoulders. She sighed in relief as she settled in to the chair, pleased to be in the shade, at the end of her impromptu pig-tending adventures, and in amiable company besides.
Still a touch hungover though.
Oddly, stroking the baby's hair seemed to make her ignore her aches. Even the spectacle she'd made of herself along the streets. Few things soothed one like petting a baby behemoth, apparently.
She'd have to remember that...
"Y'heard the lady." ,she said in a blunt but not entirely aggressive tone, the smirk playing on her lips still apparent in her voice.
She was about to respond to the query of the ultra-eager Miqo'te when she noticed Gran clambering over her arms, trying to peer through the questioning character's hair. She chuckled, reeling the piglet back in to her arms. "Ooh-ho-no, you don't, you wee purple terror. Stay put, ya."
She lowered herself to one of the chairs at the table Avis had found the foursome--the piglet was now part of the party as anyone--and nodded for Miko to take the last unoccupied seat. "I don't see why y'can't pet the bugger. Just so...seems to like having 'is hairs brushed this way." As Steel spoke, she stroked the spiky black mohawk gently a couple of times in demonstration, moving from snooter to shoulders. She sighed in relief as she settled in to the chair, pleased to be in the shade, at the end of her impromptu pig-tending adventures, and in amiable company besides.
Still a touch hungover though.
Oddly, stroking the baby's hair seemed to make her ignore her aches. Even the spectacle she'd made of herself along the streets. Few things soothed one like petting a baby behemoth, apparently.
She'd have to remember that...
