Arella, as the adults spoke, was as refined as any toddler could be in a fancified setting. She was accustomed to such, a literal princess so long ago, the queen of her domain inside castle walls. And as with any toddler, she grew restless.<br/><br/>Her feet began to bob around under the table, lips smacking together, and her little hands played with the silverware before her; Millicent took the butter knife away, and Arella had the spoon, tapping it against her water glass impatiently as the echoes rang out of her chiming in the otherwise quiet environ.<br/><br/>Several times, Millicent pulled her own hand over her daughter's, quieting the noise, to be rewarded with a straight-browed stare of displease from the little shining star.<br/><br/>Solas, the name as he stated it, sent off a slight buzz in her head, perhaps because it was a name uncommon. As the waiter doled out the champagne, Mill requested four cherries, which the server plops in her tall glass; a stark combination of brilliant red against the bubbly. Let's face it, that's just heaven in a buzz right there.<br/><br/>As he spoke with Izzy, the menu arrives, each ordering amongst conversation, Millicent eager to hear how Izzy will address the question regarding her whereabouts in the past.<br/><br/>Before Izzy speaks her reply, Mill leans over, whispering against her friend's warm cheek as only women do when lost in gossip, 'he's rather...stiff, in a bad way, Hun. Kind of like having teeth pulled, painfully rewarding.' Mill giggles at this blurt of opinion, sitting back, giving Izzy time to speak to him. Perhaps Izzy will be able to get more information from him than herself. Go, girlfriend, go!<br/><br/>As the appetizers are set in the center of the table, French fries, zucchini, oysters, clams, and raw carrot sticks (Solas' idea for Arella, naturally), Arie's eyes light up. She munches a few carrots, then snags a fry. This a new food, and after one bite, the child is addicted; scarfing handfuls at a time until Mill gives a firm shake of her head to stop.<br/><br/>Listening to Izzy and Solas speak, Millicent finishes her drink, leaving the four stranded cherries momentarily at the bottom of her wine glass.<br/><br/>I don't care who you are, especially female, cherries don't stay at the bottom of the glass. Arella immediately snatches the glass, turning it over and plops two in her palm. Mill allows this, the alcohol level low if any, and maybe will help her sleep if so, and as her companions for the evening keep speaking, she watches her daughter.<br/><br/>Arella, is not the normal young one. She is Mill's, and characteristically, just like her mom. She does the unthinkable in public.<br/><br/>The twin cherries, by means of chubby fingers, find their way to the girl's nostrils; whereupon Arella begins to jam them in with a silly laugh.<br/><br/>Now stuck in the wonderous being's nose holes, she crosses her eyes. Millicent gasps, gawking at her daughter and pokes her gently in the ribcage, whispering "Arie...stop."<br/><br/>Arella makes a sour face and snorts the cherries out into her hands and throws them towards the window, the red treats splotching the clean glass as they slide down, leaving a messy trail of cherry juice and boogers.<br/><br/>Millicent simply stares, as Arella laughs and points at her artwork; then finally breaks out in a giggle, offering a loud snort of laughter.<br/><br/>She leans to Arella, nudging the girl's head with her own forehead, whispering, "behave darlin, your dinner will be here soon."<br/><br/>An apologetic look is offered to Solas first, then Izzy, by both Millicent and Arella, and they each sit up properly and continue to listen as the other adults speak.