Marie
"I'm glad you consider me a friend. Something like that is harder to come by than most think."

*He says with a smile, taking his spoon and scooping up some soup, blowing on it to cool it.*

"Wonder if this'll be any good. Elven cooking and all... I usually hang out in Salvainia, so I haven't had much save for when I was a boy."
Minerva
"I think it's something neither of us have had in a while. I've been surviving on, well, you know. You?"

*Yakaiyo takes her own spoonful of soup, letting it cool before tasting it.*

"Mmm, it's nice and creamy! The flavor's nice, though it could use a little more salt. This would be great with noodles."
Marie
"Just going by the day I suppose... Whatever's available."

*Horace says with a shrug, surprised by the surge of energy from Yakaiyo's response."

"Well if it's all that."

*The elf takes a bite of the soup, his expression softening from the flavor. He silently admires the taste, soon going in for another spoonful. He hums with enjoyment, it's flavor perfect.*

"Mm~ A warm meal really does go along way... How's the wine?"

*The elf asks, taking the bottle and pouring himself a small glass. He brings it to his lips, admiring the gentle aroma for a moment as he takes a sip.*
"Nice and chilled. Good wine, good food, good company... Feels-... Well, good."
Minerva
"The wine's great after a long week. Helps to take the mind off the past. Even if only temporarily."

*Yakaiyo's smile remains happy, but it has a heavy sense of melancholy in it. A pain echoed through her heart; to suppress it, another glass was quickly downed. The treton also continues to eat the delicious soup, savoring it's taste.*

"That's a word I haven't heard in a long time, since the house burned and the world turned against me."

*Yakaiyo laughs a bit at her wordplay, despite the description being of her wounded past.*
Marie
"I guess, yeah... Though I only really start to forget when I can't remember *Anything*... Head's weird n' all that."

*Horace watches as Yakaiyo works at her wine on a much quicker pace. His unsureness written on his face, wondering what she could be thinking about. Well, her words certainly clued him in. He shakes his head, gently reaching across the table and taking Yakaiyo's hang reassuringly.*

*He doesn't say much though, not exactly sure what to say either way. Slinking back lightly into his chair and raising his glass.*

"Cheers?"
Minerva
*The treton raises her glass as Horace does.*

"Cheers. For another day."

*And another glass goes down Yakaiyo's throat. Her cheeks begin to turn red from the alcohol.*

"Is it just me, or is it getting a bit warm in here?"

*Noticing Horace clasping her hand, the vampiress reciprocates. Her skin was smooth, not indicative of hardship whatsoever, yet the knuckles of the hand were rock hard.*
Marie
*Horace smiles, knocking back his own glass. Gently setting it aside before with a relieved sigh escaping is lips. He sinks in his chair lightly, glancing down to the leftover food and debating whether to finish it or not.*

*The elf was relaxed, calm, ready to rest after such a meal. Though, he soon raises an eyebrow at Yakaiyo's question.*
"Uh...? I don't feel much... You feeling okay? Need some water?"

*Horace asks in a concerned tone, noticing the faint crimson hue on the Trenton's cheeks. Was she drunk...? Well, she had knocked back quiet a few glasses... Plus she was with a friend, so maybe it was a bit normal. Drinking alone was Horace's expertise, so he hadn't much a clue.*