Amora felt very out of place, being the one waited on rather than waiting on her master. She sat quietly, very confused at Drinian's hospitality. He poured her some red ale, and set a bowl of stew in front of her. If she hadn't been trying to be as polite as her master, she might have downed the whole bowl in an instant. Silently lifting her glass, she gave a little nod to Drinian as he gave a toast. She drank a bit, it was more bitter than she expected, but good. She started to eat.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"So, has there ever been anybody you liked?"</span>She accidentally inhaled a bit of the stew, throwing her into a coughing fit. Promptly taking her glass, she drank a bit to clear her throat. She breathed quietly, looking at her master slightly confused. "I'm.. not sure what you mean." she said. But she knew, far better than he would think.<span style="font-style: italic">He's asking me who I like...?</span>She didn't have anything she could tell him. What was she supposed to say? Oh yes my lord! I grow rather fond of Hilda, especially after she threatened to shove me into the streets! Of course, she wasn't going to say that, especially if Hilda was around.