Larea smiled when Riu took the coins. Good, now she didn't have to try and push any further. She wasn't the most forceful of people, but she'd hate to watch someone go hungry for a night - and food was clearly something the boy needed, because he almost immediately set about getting some. After he ordered, he invited Larea to sit with him, which she gladly accepted with a bounce in her step as they made their way to an empty table.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You've probably eaten already, huh?"</span>said the boy, to which she replied with a nod.<span style="font-style: italic">"... I'm very grateful to you, Miss. I haven't earned it at all, but you've been very kind to me. I'll repay that kindness someday."</span>Larea smiled. He didn't need to do that, of course. She wasn't helping him for her own sake. She remembered what it was like to be on your own, and it certainly wasn't easy - she probably wouldn't be as scrawny as she was if she had always been able to find food whenever she needed it.<br/><br/>When Riu's food came, the conversation died off rather quickly. She laughed - silently, of course - when he started eating. It most certainly was worth it to share her coins, then, judging by the look on his face. She wondered how long it had been since he had eaten anything, but that train of thought was quickly interrupted as he asked her another question.<span style="font-style: italic">"Excuse me, Miss. I still don't know your name."</span>Larea perked up in her chair, looking frantically around the room.. There, by the barkeep! She hopped out of her seat and hurried over to him. He raised an eyebrow at her yet again returning, but soon after followed her gaze to a pair of leather-bound journals accompanied by two crudely shaped graphite pencils. Larea reached into her coinpurse yet again, procuring a few silver pieces and holding them up, while using her free hand to point to the journals. "These old things? Ha, you can just take one. They were supposed to be for guests, but you can imagine how often drunkards feel like writing," said the barkeep with a chuckle. Larea beamed, grabbing a set and dropping the silver on the counter, then hurrying back to her seat before the owner could protest. She opened the journal to an untouched page (of which there were many) and wrote something down before pushing it over to Riu, smiling widely. The page said, "My name is Larea Ahntanel."