Darion's greeting she returned just as politely, giving him a nod and a rough "<span style="color: purple">Hullo.</span>" Then Emma's eagerness for something to stuff herself with made Loretta have to suppress a laugh. The comments about her own choice in vittles did nothing but make her smile. "<span style="color: purple">Hey, I said I'd need something to stick. If it's a good-sized bowl, I won't be hungry until about noon, maybe one.</span><br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Heh. I may be old, but I know how a few things work.</span>" She sat down next to Emma, turning her chair to have the back face the table and leaned on it. Fanya's change in color was quite interesting, there was no denying that, but Loretta wasn't especially impressed. It may have been attractive in a way that was sort of exotic, enigmatic in that it made one wonder just what else that body could do, and yet Loretta couldn't be shocked at the phenomenon.<br/><br/>At Emma's little probing about Fanya's escapades last night, Loretta shot with a sly look, "<span style="color: purple">It's not like we were all that quiet ourselves, eh?</span>" She was obviously leaving it rather open-ended to allow everyone else's guttural minds do the work for them rather than go into detail about it. She didn't want to anyway, not with the sort of trust that Emma placed in her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>