<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Calia and Mirana, before they join the group&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>Calia's reassuring smile, and her equally reassuring words are the world to Mirana, who's bright red blush at her initial question seems to lessen when Calia is not incredibly put off by her rather unspecific wording.<br/><br/>The Nekojin nods her head slowly, her small, blunt teeth biting her lower lip as Calia explains just what might provoke the Giantess into making a meal of another "I...guess you are right. I'm not really all that big, either. And...um...i don't think i could do it, anyway. Unless someone really deserved it.." The last bit was said with a surprizing amount of conviction. However, Calia had been coming to the bar long enough to know Mirana - whilst incredible sweet and charming, was not incredibly strong. She oftentimes even had to have help in 'breaking' a keg when one was empty. Even rolling one of the barrels, or carrying an especially heavy plate of food, was something she struggled with.<br/><br/>An efficient predator (with the exception of those who were not exceptionally small, as was Undol's case) she was not.<br/><br/>The late-teenage catgirl hangs on to Calia's words like they were gospel, her beautiful eyes locked on the Giantess' middle "Like the best meal you've ever had? Wow..." she whispers, reaching out to stroke the Giantess' belly. However, before her hand ever touches, she draws it back - once more embarrassed by her actions.<br/><br/>The best meal you've ever had? Mirana had some meals in the past she'd really enjoyed, but none of them had been squirming or living. She could just imagine what it felt like...a dreamy look crosses her face, until Calia's words break her out of her little daydream. At the giantess' lowered voice, the girl leans forwards, putting her pointed, catlike-ear practically right against the woman's lips, listening intently.<br/><br/>When Calia makes her suggestion, the way it lights up Mirana's face is like a christmas tree in winter "You.." She whispers back excitedly "You'd do that for me?! Oh...Calia! That...um..." She tries to compose herself. The girl is not very successful about it. Reaching out to grab both of Calia's hands in her own far-smaller ones, she bounces like one who'd had far too much sugar. Only by some miracle does she keep her voice low enough to prevent others from overhearing "That would be wonderful! If they are bad guys, i'd...um...just once like to...Oh, thank you Calia!"<br/><br/>Whilst the opportunity might never arise, the 'promise' of such an activity had boosted the catgirl's spirits considerably. The change was instant, going from the somewhat depressed expression of a girl who'd just been in the middle of a fight...to something more excited and giddy, carefree - as she should be.