Carolyn
"Well, a seat at a bar really can't compare to offering your home. If I ever use it, I'll have to pay you back two fold."

*The treton's first instinct was to lean back and gain her footing when Sol leaned forward; but she would probably get suspicious. So instead, she remained perfectly calm, sipping her sake.*

"Oh I could never. New Sunlight is far too busy and crowded for me. I like places like this; quiet, a little dark, and quite peaceful. I just like sitting down and relaxing, thinking about nothing. Like next to the riverbank, or a lake. Do you work for New Sunlight?"

*Of course, the real reason was that she was a wanted criminal, but she __was__ telling the truth about it being too crowded.*
Jonathan
"Mhm. I'll leave it to you, then."

She was of course more than happy to offer her house permanently, an amusing idea as it were, but any pushing right now would just ruin things. No sense in dropping an anvil on her own foot.

"Not actively, but yes. Sometimes there are requests with destinations that coincide with my own; if it's just a bit of manual labour, why not? And it's never a bad thing to have money on hand."

She was told no lies, so neither did she tell any in return. It was simply that Sol's perception of 'manual labour' quite deviated from the norm.
Carolyn
"Manual labor? What kind? Not that I would do it; I can't handle that type of work."

*The treton smiled at the mention of money, though not for the normal reason.*

"Ah, money. I used to have money; a lot of it, in fact. Not of any of my doing though. Now I don't wish for it; I don't need nor want much anymore."
Jonathan
"Oh, odds and ends. Finding pets gone missing' delivering letters, chopping down trees. Not much, but it's honest work."

And hunting requests. Or extermination ones. But saying that would not preserve her outward image, so she did not. Instead, her facial muscles worked in tandem to squeeze out an appropriate frown.

"Hm." The lessons came back to her naturally, even with her doubts on their effectiveness. "Just so you know, hearing people out is part of a clergy's roles." Here her expression softens once more. "So if a listening ear is what you desire, go ahead."
Carolyn
"Mm. I suppose if I'm ever in dire straits, it would be a nice backup."

*The treton's sharp eyes quickly catch a brief tension in Sol's face before soon relaxing again. Finishing yet another cup of sake, Yakaiyo once again poured another cup full of the rice wine. The reptilian would notice that her face would now have a slightly pink hue; seems like she'd been drinking a lot.*

"Hearing people out? Oh no, I don't wish to burden anyone; my sins are my own."
Jonathan
"Mhm. I understand. That aside, are you sure you should be imbibing that much alcohol? Escorting drunken patrons back to their homes aren't exactly part of everyday clergy duties, you know." Yet a note of laughter had slipped into her voice all the same as she bantered.