Though they are hidden away beneath her hat,  it is all too easy to IMAGINE the catgirl's ears perking at Layma's appearance, a light-hearted snicker emanating from the naga's comment about 'breakfast in bed'. Felicity had an appetite, that would for sure, and it wasn't always PEOPLE she dined on (But ugh, those were by FAR her favorite), but even her considerable appetite could not quite match up to Lamya's teasing of devouring others "Hee...y'know, a side of wine, and I'd say it's the perfect breakfast." She responds with a smirk, her tail flicking in mirth at the naga's joke.<br/><br/>Of course, she DID have a point...if this was the owner of the castle, well...there wasn't a whole lot standing between them visiting a stomach, and the group simply claiming ownership of the castle. It would be easy enough to forge whatever documents were needed, and...well, then they'd have made out like proverbial....okay, LITERAL bandits "....I like how ya think." She says quite simply, as if actually contemplating the thought rather seriously.<br/><br/>As Aiyaka pulls back the covers, Felicity leans in curiously, practially begging in her mind -<br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Handsome Prince! </span><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Handsome Prince! </span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">.....Handsome Prince with a thing for really big girls! </span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">....Submissive, Handsome prince with an illness so as soon as they were married, he'd kick the bucket, leaving her with a kingdom...</span><br/><br/>Her thoughts only grow more and more grand as the seconds tick by, with the grand unveiling revealing....!!!!.....<br/><br/>...An orc.<br/><br/>Hopes suddenly dashed, Felicity crosses her arms in disappointment, gazing down at the green-skinned girl with a discerning gaze. She looked youngish, not quite full-blooded orc, and actually quite cute as far as orcs went. Still, she was obviously neither a princess they could ransom off for a great deal of coin, or a handsome prince with a thing for neko girls, which brought to mind the question of...why in the world she was sleeping here, and where did she come from? Perhaps she was one of the orcs in the caves who'd gotten zapped through whatever teleporter brought their group here?<br/><br/>Tail flicking in annoyance at her dashed dreams, the big neko girl's eyes widen in surprise when the orc's own open and she leaps out of bed, putting it between her and them. In an instant, her hand is on her own blade and she pulls the enormous cutless free, though she doesn't quite level it at the girl - merely gets it ready in case she decided to do anything exceptionally foolish "Calm yaself, girl, yah?!" Felicity had never been exceptionally...well, diplomatic in these types of situations, so she remains largely silent as Aiyaka makes the attempt to calm the poor girl down.<br/><br/>The name 'catnip' does actually seems to soften her features slightly, a slight sideways glance, complete with a smile, levied in Aiyaka's direction.  It's that look that made her reaise that Aiyaka was making a show of being unarmed, whilst here SHE was sword in-hand and ready to swipe the girl off at the waist if she got too uppity. "Oh. Er. Uh. Eh...yah, no, uh, not hurtin' an such." She murmurs under her breath, quietly slipping the sword behind her back....not that it particularly helped, the curved edges of the blade sticking out above her shoulderline and around the edge of her waist, but at least it wasn't waving in the orcish girl's face any longer.<br/><br/>Vormitraax's bellow, again, draws Felicity's attention, her tail frazzling at the overbearing sound of his booming voice...but this time, it's not annoyance that colors her features, but genuine mirth. For a few moments, the neko girl just STARES at Vormitraax, gazing at him without so much as a blink, a word, or even a breath. Then, she simply laughs, clutching at bare stomach with her free hand as it to stifle the humor "Ahahah! Awakesth mine ladyships less courteous appetite...?!?! AHAHAHAAH!!! Vormitraax, if I ever owns me a castle, Imma make you me official Herald of Arms, yah?! Me bloody gods, man! AHAHAH! Less courteous appetites....! AHAHAHAH!!"<br/><br/>Turning her attention back to the girl, her lips still curved in mirth, Felicity adds to the end of Aiyaka's statement "Ay, girl, not gonna harm ye if ya don't get all stupid on us. Quit ya yellin'."