<strong>-Arathea-</strong><br/>Flashing an smile to the servant boy, she just movions the table before her. Lowering his eyes, the boy places the tray there, clearly he was thinking something else, standing there.<br/><br/><strong>Arathea </strong>starts to wolf down the first hot meal in days, savoyring the sweet tastes, when the burly Arimite starts to make an rable and catch´s her attention, reminding her so well, about the Kang's chaotic ´etiquette´. Finishing her mouthful, before speaking<strong>"Sir, birds dont have fur.. "</strong>she tries to intervene, before anything more dramatic happens, cursing to herself split second after that<em> ´not my problem.. dont stick your nose to other peoples business..´</em>