Alizome ducks her head with a grin into a nod of understanding. "Think no more of it, Chorister Zorakatra." She accepts her mild rebuke with a flutter of her ears and a grin as she responds, "I always dissemble, madam, regardless of whether I've had the pleasure of stewing inside someone. If fate's kind, I'll get to be even more rarely favored by experiencing you twice-" she winks quickly before entering the dressing room, taking the explanation with a single raised eyebrow. She holds the items with one hand, looking through them as Zorakatra speaks, absorbing the information as best she can. "Vermin, yes. Very sad. Would be far better for us and, ultimately, for them, if we could work out a proper way to farm the beasts." She keeps the faintly distant and amused tone in her voice, and continues, "Of course I'll do all I can to help you, Chorister. It promises to be... interesting enough to possibly be fun, even were I not duty-bound." Not a single portion of the harpy's speech, down to listing how the meal was cooked, draws the slightest twitch of distaste from the elf; indeed, she accepts the haunch and pendant with a smile. "My thanks." Taking only small bites, she watches the others come in, smiling and introducing herself to each in turn- "Alizome d'Thuranni, but call me Ali if you don't feel like wasting all the breath on formality. Performer and generally semi-trustworthy scout." She felt that thief was perhaps too crude a term for her more common profession to deploy on a first meeting, given as how it missed the subtleties of what she did entirely.<br/><br/>She continues to listen to the explanation of their task, nodding where it seems to be needed. Somewhat straightforward, even if the harpy wasn't saying nearly all she knew. Nor is she so forward as to string the necklace around herself, not wanting to draw nearly so much attention; rather it disappears into a fold of her robe. As the goats enter, she contents herself with further nibbles at the leg of rabbit she'd been handed, all but ignoring the animals as they scatter hither and yon; when her new companions begin feasting, she watches the predators with a frankly appraising eye, one that seems to contain just a hint of a knowing smirk. "Don't eat so much that you can't move, either," she gently chides. "But please, don't feel nervous enough that you need to rush-" she addresses the plant-girl as she talks, "It's nothing I haven't seen quite a few times, dears. Even been on the receiving end more than you'd expect. Shame to hurry through such an interesting process."