"Well," Alizome drawled as she approached the harpy, "Poor you didn't get a goat to eat, what kind of guest would I be if I let you go to bed hungry?" Standing just in front of the novice, she finishes eating her own roast bimbun leg quickly. "I'm not hearing anyone with a particular desire to either leave in haste or take the coach. Given that, unless there are objections, shall we agree to meet here in the morning after we've all... rested?" The elf puts a leer into her voice as she says the last word, looking around at various stuffed-but-perhaps-unsated predators; though she was possibly the tastiest and likely the most vulnerable in the room, she doesn't seem to have any real fear as she ripples her ears with amusement. She proffers her arm to the novice harpy's face, letting her get a taste while she pivots a little closer into her. "Don't worry, my lady," she calls to Zorakastra. "I enjoy what I do, but there's a ways between that and a death wish. If I thought that this novice, lovely as she is, could turn me into added padding for some of those curves, I'd hardly be this close to her, hmm?  Crazy- not stupid. As for the offer of food, another time, perhaps. I don't have a fraction of the appetite as my new companions here." With her other arm, she circles the novice harpy, grinning and enjoying a flush of warmth- "Now now," she murmurs, "Just a taste for now, lovely singer. Wouldn't want you to have to waddle too far." And, come to that, given what the chorister had given her, she wanted to make sure that wasn't on her when she was eaten. Best to fold the robe neatly and take everything else off- no sense wasting good clothing. tough as her hide was, cotton was far less so, as she'd learned.<br/><br/>Still near the occupied harpy, she gives the others a glance, lingering on the naga. "Will you be coming with us? If you do, mind you don't squash the stomach too badly. Of course, I think both I and she would be appreciative of a nice bellyrub, if you've got the energy in you for that." The elf laughs, though it's closer to a giggle with youthful enthusiasm behind it. "But please, none of you feel... constrained to keep your appetites in check. It won't be anything I or the chorister haven't seen before, and it's not as though we're suffering from a shortage of bimbuns if your tastes run that way."