Carolyn
"Hm? I've had more than this... You can drink some more too, you know."

*Yakaiyo downs half the cup in one gulp, before gently setting it on the table. A grin takes her face as the alcohol relaxes her, the atmosphere amiable.*

"So, what does constitute everyday clergy duties?"
Jonathan
"I'm more of a social drinker myself, so I'll have to refrain. Thank you for offering, though."

*And besides, how am I supposed to properly observe if I'm also inebriated?*

Once again Sol inwardly marvels how much of an effect alcohol has on someone's judgement, but the thought is short-lived as she was posed another question.

"Cleaning the premises, praying, listening to confessionals, conducting funerals, things like that. The God of the Land counts many adventurers and sailors amongst his faithful, so I've met some of those too. Why, interested in becoming clergy?" The atmosphere was light and such too was her teasing.
Carolyn
"Well, suit yourself."

*Yakaiyo proceeds to down the third cup (at least from what Sol could see) and pour yet another.*

"So like housework, with a little extras added on. Oh, I'm too much of a mess to become one. I'd have to set myself proper, and I highly doubt that's going to occur any time soon."

*As to prove her point, Yakaiyo immediately begins sipping on the 4th cup.*
Jonathan
Well it was definitely a good thing that she had time to spare, for Sol suspected that the drinking session could only end in one way and that was with her new friend drunk to high heaven. Unless she intervened before that came to pass, but where was the fun in that?

"Oh my. Not all clergy are straight-laced folks, you know? Case in point... Me." Her chin resting on one palm, eyes sparkling with clear amusement. "Though I daresay you'd definitely look good in a habit."
Carolyn
"Oh? No Ms. Perfect then? What makes you *Different* From the other nuns out there? Surely it's not *Just* The alcohol talking..."

*Yakaiyo tilted her head, noticing the change of pace.*

"Why thank you, dear Sol. You wouldn't look bad in a kimono or hanfu, either."
Jonathan
"I'm not that much of a lightweight, you know." She holds her half-finished cup of wine in her free hand and swirls it around, watching as the liquid swishes across the inside of the cup. "But I'm hardly perfect, that much is also true. After all, some may go for looks, but what fascinates me more lies... Here."

It hardly needed to be said where her index finger was now pointing to, and for the briefest of moments a strange smile graced her face. Then that passed and the usual adorned her face as though nothing had happened.

"Those would be the customary clothing from your hometown, I assume? Though I'd gladly take the compliment."
Carolyn
"No one can truly be perfect. Only strive for it. I abandoned that long ago though."

*Yakaiyo saw Sol point towards her heart, and for a brief moment, felt a pang of pain and guilt in the same place, soon followed by a bloody image of her gripping a heart in her own hand instead of her cup. Reality soon snapped back to her as she found herself spaced out looking at where Sol's heart would be, her hand shaking. The treton quickly grabbed her wrist with her other hand, forcing control and a smile on herself.*

"My hometown... Yes, you could say that. Though I really know it from where I used to live. A small section of town, quite different from typical Silnarian culture. It's actually quite similar to Runran, if you know what that is."
Jonathan
"You know, all that just makes me really curious about... Hm? Miss Aka?"

She didn't need to be good at discerning expressions to know that something was amiss, but the other was clearly preoccupied and seemed almost... Not here. A grin split Sol's face—

*Whoops. Don't drop the ball now.*

So she promptly adjusted both smile and gaze, softening them even as Yakaiyo came back to reality. Then Sol reached out and cupped the shaking hand in both of her own.

"See what I said about drinking?" The chide came gently, a knowing look in her eyes. "How many cups has it already been?"