Arcea listens to Yasha's rendition of the 'pirate life' with a surprisingly stoic expression, though it's clear by the slight lowering of her tail that it's not a take on life she particularly enjoys "That...is horrible. Why, then, do so many people want to become pirates...?" The question only seems partially directed at Yasha, and more directed at herself, the feline lifting a finger to her muzzle and lightly tapping the side in thought. Clucking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, she 'hrms' quietly, trying to make sense of it all. There was a...'closer' bond between warriors of the Cal'Drua, a sort of fellowship that tended to transcend even the various tribes. Why couldn't that work in the world of a pirate as well?<br/><br/>Whatever he train of thoughts, they are abruptly derailed when her sciuridae companion makes an offhand comment about her 'intake of fatty meals'. Feigning shock and outrage, Arcea reaches over and gives Yasha a little, playful push - even then, one that is surprisingly strong, given her relatively small stature - her tone dropping to a soft, scary growl. At least, it WOULD have been scary, if she could effectively hide the absolutely enormous grin that had suddenly spread it's way across her muzzle, showing off her small, sharp, shining white teeth "You callin' me fat? Last one that did that ended up addin' to the so called 'problem', you get me?!" Ending with a little chuckle, she shifts her gaze from Yasha, down across her own chest and midsection, given her exposed stomach a little, testing prod. Whilst she was certainly a tiny bit softer around her middle, it was nothing another day or two of morning exercises wouldn't work off "Sides, she earned it. Pretty tasty, too. Needed a bath, but...I gave her one." Easing her hand upwards to her chest, Arcea experimentally adjusts her armor once more, frowning slightly at the little extra 'padding' on her chest that stuck up over the ridged edge of her armor "...Figures. Busty raccoon goes exactly where you don't need them..."<br/><br/>Shrugging off the 'effects' of her most recently meal, Arcea turns her attention back to the bar, ear flicking slightly at Yasha's slower paced wording of 'economy'. With an appreciative nod, she leans forward to start talking once more, only for Celrie to appear and wiggle into her lap, drawing a surprise flick of Arcea's tail "Oh! Celrie! Enjoy your little walk?" Seemingly entirely content with her elf-occupied lap, Arcea lightly slips her arms around the elf's waist from behind, settling her in a little more snugly into her lap and resting her chin upon her shoulder "You know, Cal'drua make pretty poor seats. And this one makes a pretty poor singer." She says with a little smirk, nipping the tip of one of Celrie's long, pointed ears "Though, I guess with all that extra fat..." Here, she casts a playful glance at Yasha, sticking out her tongue "At least I'm soft."<br/><br/>Unlike Celrie's surprising little approach, the approach of the Cal'Drua woman who'd been singing is not missed, Arcea's head lifting from Celrie's shoulder and swiveling towards her as she walks up to introduce herself "Oh, Sultry Lady K? Well, it's a--" Her jaw snaps shut as Celrie takes the songstress' attention like a fish on a hook, her ears flattening atop her head a little at the slight dismissal. Rather than interjecting, Arcea waits quietly while the two enjoy their introductions, only speaking up once again once they're through "As I was saying. Nice to meet you. It's tradition to have bards and songweavers along on missions. What, though, is your interest in coming along with us? Sounds like it could get pretty dangerous. Unpleasant, anyway. Not that I'd not particularly mind the company."<br/><br/>When drinks start getting slid across the bartop in her direction, Arcea eagerly reaches for one, slipping her arm further around Celrie to snag one the moment it comes within arm's reach. The story told by Cross is only listened to half-way, her interest far more focused upon the strange concoction of berry, fruit, and alcohol in her cup. It smelled...well, it SMELLED better than Petalwater, the traditional brew of her tribe. Maybe that meant it lacked some of the bite "Well..." She says, swirling the mixture around while looking into it "...that sounds alot more up my alley. I'm here for a purpose, but there's nothing saying I can't take little side-trips, right? Exploring an old keep could be pretty fun. Sides, who knows what's moved in there. Maybe we'll find some more friends in there. Or, at least, clear out some stuff that could be detrimental later. How far away is this place, Mr.Cross? Oh, and S'cuse me...gotta drink a squirrel under the table."<br/><br/>Casting a playful glance over to Yasha, Arcea finally brings the drink to her lips, lapping out her lightly-padded tongue a single time to get a little taste of the brew. She immediately winces, nodding her head '...Yep. That's alcohol." Before turning it up and gulping it all down in one, smooth swallow, the sudden warmth in her belly making her shiver in delight "Oooh. That's the stuff there. Hah. Gotta say, it's not as potent as I'm used to, but this...actually doesn't taste absolutely horrible. Better than I expected!"