
Still leaning over the counter, nursing the gifted ale, Aya looks toward Natalie with that warm grin. "Well I think you've succeeded in that! I'm glad I am not too scary for you!" She screws her face up in a mock threatening glare and then laughs again before letting out a happy sigh and smiling. "I suspect Momodi can't mind us at his bar too much! But a table wouldn't be bad, I am just happy for the company."