Urd watched the deft way the raven haired woman manipulated the befuddled kitchen hand with amusement and a growing sense of awe. Of course she'd never stoop to such antics<i>herself</i>, least of all over a bit of meat, but she had to admire the casual, confident manner in which it was done. It looked as though she might be falling in with a bad crowd here, which would be an excellent way to spend time aboard the ship. Whatever happened at sea stayed at sea, right? The dwarf hopped down from her stool to join the duo, leaving her previous partner in conversation to address what was left of his drink with the remainder of his alchemical spiel.<br/><br/>"Always find your pleasures where you can," she assured the more reticent, staff carrying woman. "Let the crew worry about things, gods know they're good for little else!" She reached up to give the woman a reassuring slap on the back, though with the difference in height it was dangerously close to a spank on the rump. "The name's Urd, by the way. Urd Broadbarrel!" She introduced herself while taking a seat at the table, keeping an watchful eye on the two bottles and helping herself to one of the glasses.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>