Alura and Yumina’s near-constant flirting was something that Cyria still wasn’t exactly sure how she felt about, considering that Yumina had been more than willing - and had almost succeeded -  to add Alura to her bust just a few hours before.  Of course, Alura’s penchant for attaching herself to fairly dangerous predators wasn’t exactly new, and it hadn’t ended badly for her yet, so she supposed it wasn’t something she could judge too heavily about.<br/><br/>Tina’s comment about her never having supplemented her diet brings a bit of mock-incredulity from the drider. “Really?  There’s nobody adding a layer there?  You certainly lucked out in the genetics department then, my dear.  Not that it isn’t something that an appropriate diet can’t help with.  And from someone who usually has a bit of difficulty with...larger meals, shall we say, that it isn’t actually as difficult as may seem.”<br/><br/>Alura’s offer to the maid, on the other hand, gets far more of Cyria’s attention as she picks up on her obvious embarrassment but just as obvious interest and desire.  “If you’re truly interested, I have a spell or two that could help with that.  And I’m sure that Alura would be capable of using them if I’m occupied elsewhere."  Turning to the fairy herself, Cyria gives her a thoughtful look when she mentions that they haven't had an opportunity to compare spellbooks - it was one of the first things that most similarly-minded magic users did when they found out they'd be working together for an extended length of time.  "True, we haven't gotten around to that yet.  Besides, I wouldn't be opposed to seeing just what about you has Yumina so conflicted about making you the winner of Johan's bet."  Alura's mention of Cyria working on 'bardic songs' gets a rather deadpan look from her, along with something muttered under her breath before she speaks up again.  "Right.  Need to get that done so that she isn't tempted to eat me quite as quickly if she shows up again..."<br/><br/>Turning back to Lea as she mentioned putting together a ‘list’ of questions to ask her, Cyria was about to respond when Anya also chimed in, her hands roaming across her abdomen before settling into a number of her more sensitive spots, in between the thicker plates on her lower body.  While she could hardly be described as squeamish or terribly self-conscious in public, she might have normally objected to giving Lea such a display when she had just met the group.  Of course, with the show that Meera had already given and was still in the process of expanding on (when had she managed to get ahold of Johan like that?), as well as Yumina and Alura’s constant flirting, Cyria was well past caring.  Draping one arm across Anya, Cyria pulls her closer and leans into her, very much enjoying the massage she was getting.<br/><br/>“Heh, fair enough.  I know that our group here can be a bit, ah, enthusiastic at times, so a list will be fine.  Just be sure not to make me wait too long, or I’ll get Sasara to help motivate you.  In fact, we could...hnnng…”  Of course, this was when Jutii decided to make her latest attempt at freedom, and the feeling of her effectively grinding herself against the side of Cyria’s stomach drive most conscious thoughts from her mind.  Her face flushes bright red, and what little support her legs had been giving her fades completely but with the bench underneath her all that ends up happening is all of her weight lands on Jutii, removing all of the room she had been using to struggle.  Reaching out with one of her legs, she loops it around Lea’s waist and pulls her next to her until she’s pressed up against the same side of her belly that Jutii was pressing out against.<br/><br/>“Mmmph.  S-sorry about that, dinner was being a little feisty.  Hopefully she doesn’t calm down too much, but I think that was her last big push though.”  Letting Lea go, she slid back and forth a bit on the bent, squishing Jutii into a bit more convenient position now that most of her weight was resting on top of her.