Aerendyl fished a copper piece out of bra and placed it on the table. Having the grateful, lovely,<i>buxom</i>blonde sharing her room sounded like a lovely idea. She had giggled slightly as Nareen struggled with her name. "Nareen is a wonderful name for a lovely lady~" Aerendyl beamed warmly, unable to resist using Narren's focus on the porridge to take another peek down her cleavage. Wrenching her eyes upward after a moment she placed a hand on Narren's shoulder. "So why don't you tell me a bit about your......your...your...." Aerendyl reared back. "Hingtchoo!" She let out into her hand.<br/><br/>"Forgive me, my allergies are acting up." She lied automatically, her gaze dropped to Nareen's rack before rising back up. "Tell me a bit about yourself." She said warmly. "When's the last time you've been to confession." She teased a grin on her face.