Lula
She watched carefully, seeing two mugs being ordered and the bard soon sitting down. She headed over to join her, hearing the name. "Hmm, odd name, Just Clarisse." She joked with a smile as she then bowed her head "But this one is glad to meet a friendly citizen. Khajiit can find if hard to find good people." 

She sat on the log, one leg up and tucked underneath the other in a sort of half criss-cross. She grabbed the drink, eyeing it. She was eager to try, but didn't want to just go right at it!
Edna
She sipped the mead, having been acquainted with the taste already, and already being somewhat tipsy. She shook her head as the Khajiit joked, smiling at her.
"Good people are few and far between, nowadays, with the war an' all."
She shrugged, then watched her sit on the log. She knew the Stormcloaks wouldn't want a Khajiit in their walls, but luckily, Whiterun was rather neutral.

"Have you travelled far?" She said, tilting her head. She was curious as to if her new friend had travelled from Elsweyr, or somewhere else around Tamriel.
Lula
Not many at all welcome the Khajiit within their walls. Of course, the reputation isn't without some grains of truth. There has been a history of khajiit causing trouble. 

She leaned in to take a slow sip of mead, the sweetness of honey causing her eyes to widen. What started as a cautious sip turned into a chug! She only stopped since she heard the question, putting the mug from her lips towards her lap. 

"Hmm, Ja'Kaaava comes from the warm sands of Elsweyr. She has felt the head beneath her being, as well as the sun pouring down on her.. However, she has been to many other provinces with her mother; in Skyrim, this is her first time." She giggled as she felt a bit bad for going on a long winding explanation. "And you, Clarisse.. You are native to Skyrim, yes?"
Edna
Clarisse was more than happy to welcome a Khajiit, until they proved otherwise. She'd had a few Khajiit friends back when she was serving the empire, although they were few and far between when she was in the Imperial City.

She watched her new friend react to the mead, a sultry grin passing her lips. She watched the sip turn to a chug, letting out a small laugh to herself as she seemed to enjoy it.

"Ah- Native to Cyrodiil, not Skyrim. I'm Imperial by blood, but I lived most of my life here." She said, shrugging it off. It wasn't much of a big deal to her, although that story was certainly a lie. She'd spent most of her life serving the Empire and the Imperial City Guard, not in Skyrim like she told everyone. In an attempt to sway the conversation, she decided to ask about something else.

"Do you like the mead?"
Lula
She heard the name Cyrodiil, looking over towards Clarisse as her left hand instinctual moved to her right hand, the one that grasped the mug. The digits felt at the ring on her index finger. Soon enough she then replied. "Ja'Kaaava and her mother have frequented Cyrodiil before. Traded there when Ja'Kaaava was young." 

The attempt to sway the conversation worked, then girl soon looking down at the drink. "Very much! Such flavour, the sweetness in particular, it brings joy to this one, no?" She giggled, taking another big "Sip" Of the Mead.
Edna
Clarisse looked at the ring on her index finger, having not noticed it before. She smiled as she mentioned she'd been to Cyrodiil before. "Really? Well, it's possible we were there at the same time." She said, smiling at her.

She took a sip of her own drink as her new friend looked at her own, smiling at her as a layer of froth sat on her upper lip, unnoticed by the Imperial.
"The mead truly is wonderful- I wish I could make my own someday, but I don't have anywhere to do it..."