It wasn't often he saw Neris smiling the way she was. It was a genuine smile, not one of the ones she'd plaster on to make people ignore her. As he continued to pick the needles out of her hair, he wasn't surprised to she was up to no good. Obviously, he should have taken the fool's parsley from her. It wasn't right to dole Carmine more punishment than what he'd already given out. But something inside him was still pissed as Carmine, and so he didn't ask for the parsley.<br/><br/>"You know child, aggression only begets aggression. If she finds out it was you, she's going to act worse towards you than she already does." He tossed the needles he pulled out of her hair into the firepit, the burning greens making the smoke smell richer. As he got the last couple needles at, he sat down on the bed and grimaced. "She doesn't approve of me taking you to the arena, as I'm sure you've heard by now. So she thought she'd stop you from going by selling your book to the highest coin purse in the stands."<br/><br/>Laying down and stretching, he let out a deep groan of relief. "Don't you worry yourself much Issi, I told Carmine not to come back tonight, and we'll head out in the morning to go get it back. Before she can come back and ruin the day for us. I'm sure I can talk my way into getting it back for you." Although he meant that, he knew the chances of him getting it back with his words were a lot lower than the chances of his hammer talking for him. "So go ahead and get some sleep tonight so we have some energy in the morning. I'll have to make us breakfast."