Pearl opened her mouth to speak to Cam when she asked her the question about whether she wanted to participate in the Knife-throwing display that Cam and Izzy so frequently wanted to practice. However as her she opened her mouth to speak, the conversation had already shifted to other social targets and different modals of conversation and communication. She closed her mouth, blinked and sighed... too slow. She smiled at Agatha as she ordered her specialty and as if she had already prepared it, she quickly got a fresh plate and added all the requested items to it, grabbed another plate and added some other random items and came out from the side of the meal shack.<br/><br/>Wordlessly she smiled at Agatha, handed her plate of specific needs and sat down in front of the Spider Lady with her own plate in front of her. Keeping her eyes down she took the place settings that she had prepared and dug in, consuming the sustenance while occasionally looking up, smiling at Agatha and then continuing to consumer her breakfast with her as Agatha ate hers.<br/><br/>All the commotion at the next table with the "smokers" gang was rudely interrupted by some interesting screams and calls coming from a nearby performers tent.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: orange"><b>oh! God!... Yes!..... So Tight!!!...... Goooooood!............ Keep er goin' girl!!!</b></span>"<br/><br/>And then much louder but at the same time...<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red"><b>MOTTO!!......MOTTO! MOTTO...... OKU!.......... OKU!...... OKU!...... TSUYOKU!..... TSUYOKU TE ITA NE!...  NANDE YAWARAKASUGI!</b></span>"<b>*smack!*</b>"<b><span style="color: red">.... TSUYOKU! HAIYAKU IRETTE NE!  NAKA DASHITE!</span></b>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: orange">Listen lady, I have no idea what you are saying!</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red"><b>MOOOOOOH! IYA!.... IYA! IYA IYA!  ... MO!  OSHIMAI! IYA! OSHIMAI!</b></span>"<br/><br/>The tent flap flies open and one Slinky performer in her fine satin-silk robe, ending just about mid thigh comes rushing out of her tent, cigarette in her mouth and her hands frantically tying her robe up leaving a deep V down her cleavage over her modest bosom. Her hair, relatively a mess but not concerned in the least, she comes walking over to the smokers table muttering in her language. Patricia, as she is known to her friends, was checking her robe pockets, probably for a lighter.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">Ohayou</span>" She says quietly as she sits down next to Cam, she's nods at her smiles. She always admired the tattoos on Cam, reminded her of some traditions back home. Her pale skin a definite contrast to the darker Cam. Her eyes bright with some Mirth, even if she was slightly frustrated at the moment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>