Gregory
*The maid managed to collect her items. Proceeding to dust her robes off before being caught in a bear hug. The Oni somewhat easily crushed in Senri's arms, warranting a slight gasp.*

"Please- Let go, we're amongst common folk-" 
*Raylen protested, attempting to peel herself out of Senri's grip. Assuming she managed to do so, she'd put a few steps between them and clear her throat again.*
"Yes, it's grocery day- I take it your doing some shopping yourself?"
*Raylen glanced at the kabab in the oni's hand, unspoiled by their previous run in.*
Cheryl
"Aww..." Senri pouted, but released Raylen in quick order and watched as she scooted a little bit away, resisting the urge to laugh.

"Mhm! Here, take one." She reached into the paper bag and pulled out another kebab, still steaming slightly in the cool air, after which her eyebrows wrinkled slightly. "Still, the number of people on these grounds are truly formidable. Do you always shop in such conditions?"
Gregory
*The Oni quietly took the kebab, half out of politeness and half general confusion. She looked at the thing as if it were an alien, then back at Senri.*
"Yes, it's my job. Once you learn the grounds, it's not very difficult to get around. Assuming you don't meet any of the local pickpockets..."

*Speaking of, Raylen did a quick once over at their surroundings. Checking for any signs of a familiar face in their surroundings.*
"They tend to be quite bothersome."
Cheryl
Senri bit back a comment about her perceived inefficiency of the local guards, and instead her thoughts drifted over to her kinsman that'd found a life here.

"By the way, we've gone through enough to be considered acquaintances now and you've even seen me topless, but I've yet to know your name..." A teasing glint sparkled in the older Oni's eyes, grin stretching from ear to ear.
Gregory
*Raylen blinked at the realization that they hadn't even had a proper introduction. They HAD always been distracted with some threat or another every time they met. Wait, topless? Raylen stared, the wheels in her head clearly turning as she remembers back and- Oh yes. She has.*

"*AHEM*. This is far from the place or time to bring such things up... As for introductions, I believe you're correct." 

*Raylen decidedly sits her basket down on the road. Her hands coming to the sides of her maid dress, curtseying to the taller Oni in a well practiced manner.*

"My name is Raylen Vorn, interim vassel of House Whitiker."

*She then looks at Senri expectantly.*
Cheryl
Now the larger oni broke into a guffaw, dabbing away at the corner of her eye.

"Sorry, I couldn't quite help myself." Even though she said that, the grin on Senri's face all but suggested that she was not, in fact, all that apologetic about the teasing. She observed Raylen's extremely polished self-introduction.

*As expected, it looks very nice, but I don't really get it...*

Kicking that thought to the part of her head, she reciprocated with a bow.

"Senri of the Ichikawa family, from Keguntan. It's nice to meet you, little Raylen." She would attempt to casually follow up with patting Raylen on the head.
Gregory
"A pleasure, Senri." 
*So, she finally had a name to put to the face. It was a little odd, only just now learning that. Like someone who clearly knew you long ago, but you've completely forgotten about.*

*Raylen politely blocks and lowers Senri's hand.*
"I take it you're not doing much right now? I suppose the polite thing to do would be offering to join me in the rest of my shopping."
Michele
"I suppose I am quite free at the moment, indeed." Senri withdrew her hand, looking slightly disappointed. "And I don't mind lending you a hand, but procuring groceries is hardly a strength of mine, even if I had a shopping list. And it's not like me being around will speed up things... Hmmm."

The larger oni's gaze alternated between the crowd and Raylen, who she was confident would vanish into it if she glanced away for a moment, and brightened with sudden understanding.

"Ah, so *That's* Your idea? Pretty efficient; I like it." Regardless of what Senri thought she understood, she would crouch down, patting her shoulder with one hand. "Well then, go ahead and get on."
Gregory
*Raylen stared in a state of confusion and wonder as Senri lowered herself. She seemed rather oblivious to what Senri had planned until she spelt it out. To which the smaller Oni would sigh and shake her head, attempting to set Senri up on her feet again.*
"That won't do at all. I am a servant, I can't be seen lugged around like some useless sack. Besides, with your reputation someone might think you're kidnapping me." 

*Raylen huffed and took her basket in hand. Once more she looked around to find her location and plan her next route. She turned away, glancing back at Senri and tilting her head to follow.*
"I do not require a mount. But... The company will suffice."
Michele
"Aww..." Senri sighed as she got up again, but internally she would make a note to someday convince Raylen to sit on her shoulders. Perhaps the height difference would be effective in achieving that. She slung her bag properly over both shoulders, and nodded her head in return as if to say, *Go ahead*.

"I must admit though, I didn't expect you to ask me to accompany you." Her voice was quieter now, but the smile was very much discernable.
Gregory
"Well you did say we are aquaintances. Friends spawn from acquaintances, and my Lord has been pressing me to find someone I could call such."

*The woman rolled her eyes gently as she began her march to her next destination. She soon arrived at what seemed like a small butcher's stand, a collection of meats and such around. She gazes over his stock, and picks out a pair of T-bone steaks.*
"You've- *Learned* A lot about me from our time together, whether voluntary on my part or not. You remain a mystery however."

*That seemed to be Raylen's way of asking Senri to share a bit about herself. Raylen didn't know much about the woman beside her, save for her race, skills as a warrior, and cup size. She produces a dozen silver coins from her purse and sets them on the butcher's counter, before stowing the meats.*
Michele
"Ah, so you wouldn't have asked otherwise? You wound me, little Raylen. Right here." Senri grasped at her own heart in mock hurt, though the smile quickly surfaces on her face. "I'm joking. It makes me quite happy that you're considering me to be your first."

The larger oni similarly sized up the butcher's wares. She did already buy plenty of kebabs, but at her eating speed they would last no longer than one meal. Perhaps she would circle back later and buy a little something as well, afterwards.

"That's true, hmm... How about this? I'll answer your next three questions truthfully, and for every question you ask beyond those I'll ask you one in return."