"Hrm... aye, go ahead and send me that way with some. Harder part is the Ironworks contact like I said earlier." She hesitates for a moment, turning her head down towards the ground and chuckling to herself. Her head turns up towards Chachanji once more, pushing up her glasses to keep them from sliping. "Girlfriend? You're luckier still!"
A raised eyebrow, a turned head towards Virara, and a cold stare of her own matches the one she received. "Suspicious..." She stands up and pushes herself up to attention, following up with a heavy sigh and her hands resting on her hips. Clearly displeased with the young Lalafellin female, she was; so much so she tried to not react with distasteful words uttered about her person in her presence, as if it were marring her reputation and honor. Before she spoke however, she took a deep breath, exhaled, and regained her composure so to speak more calmly.
"As much as I dislike that judgment I'm dishonest, you're not at fault being apprehensive." Her Limsan accent--though with words spoken properly--became more apparent the longer she talked, but her tone took a serious turn. "Spend most your years in Vylbrand and you'll find some people are even worse than beasts. Gotten slightly better now, aye, but at what many may consider the loss of certain liberties."
Pausing, she raised up a pointed finger for the briefest of moments; a renewed expression full of passion and enthusiasm covered her face and flavored her words.
"But to your question! 'What use would you have for it?'" Her hands start gesturing, moving along slightly as she spoke, but kept the hands within two fulms of her person. She occasionally held them out towards Virara, starting with open palms and moving through multiple gestures as she spoke.
"I conduct experiments and tinker with items of all kinds. If I don't have the best tools I can find, then I risk poor results. A culinarian does not simply make food to survive; they push the boundaries of what is possible and pleasing to the tongue. They refine what cannot be refined further, they breath life into their guests, they share their findings with the world at large. Ever expanding their horizons, like a scientist, traveler, or engineer, and looking forward to new adventures and prospects--"
She stops, blinks, and facepalms within the span of three seconds. "...Ahem. Almost went on a tangent as if I'm saying a speech. I like sharper knives because they cut everything more easily."
A glance is given down at Chachanji and a moment of hesistation in Yheli's words appear once she saw the look the little smith gave her.
"No. I wouldn't. Not on those who still have a bit of sentience. Besides I fancy a sword rather than a kitchen knife for those fighting competitions, bar fights, and duels. Even give the opponent a sword too to make it a fair fight. I'm not like the Twelve who tend to leave people to their own fate instead of granting them a fighting chance in this dangerous world. Help if I can, don't help if I cannot."
She crosses her arms after giving her spiel, glancing back and forth and Virara and Chachanji both to see how they'll react.
A raised eyebrow, a turned head towards Virara, and a cold stare of her own matches the one she received. "Suspicious..." She stands up and pushes herself up to attention, following up with a heavy sigh and her hands resting on her hips. Clearly displeased with the young Lalafellin female, she was; so much so she tried to not react with distasteful words uttered about her person in her presence, as if it were marring her reputation and honor. Before she spoke however, she took a deep breath, exhaled, and regained her composure so to speak more calmly.
"As much as I dislike that judgment I'm dishonest, you're not at fault being apprehensive." Her Limsan accent--though with words spoken properly--became more apparent the longer she talked, but her tone took a serious turn. "Spend most your years in Vylbrand and you'll find some people are even worse than beasts. Gotten slightly better now, aye, but at what many may consider the loss of certain liberties."
Pausing, she raised up a pointed finger for the briefest of moments; a renewed expression full of passion and enthusiasm covered her face and flavored her words.
"But to your question! 'What use would you have for it?'" Her hands start gesturing, moving along slightly as she spoke, but kept the hands within two fulms of her person. She occasionally held them out towards Virara, starting with open palms and moving through multiple gestures as she spoke.
"I conduct experiments and tinker with items of all kinds. If I don't have the best tools I can find, then I risk poor results. A culinarian does not simply make food to survive; they push the boundaries of what is possible and pleasing to the tongue. They refine what cannot be refined further, they breath life into their guests, they share their findings with the world at large. Ever expanding their horizons, like a scientist, traveler, or engineer, and looking forward to new adventures and prospects--"
She stops, blinks, and facepalms within the span of three seconds. "...Ahem. Almost went on a tangent as if I'm saying a speech. I like sharper knives because they cut everything more easily."
A glance is given down at Chachanji and a moment of hesistation in Yheli's words appear once she saw the look the little smith gave her.
"No. I wouldn't. Not on those who still have a bit of sentience. Besides I fancy a sword rather than a kitchen knife for those fighting competitions, bar fights, and duels. Even give the opponent a sword too to make it a fair fight. I'm not like the Twelve who tend to leave people to their own fate instead of granting them a fighting chance in this dangerous world. Help if I can, don't help if I cannot."
She crosses her arms after giving her spiel, glancing back and forth and Virara and Chachanji both to see how they'll react.