<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Zara couldn't help but laugh loudly at the poem Anel was reciting. She shook her head as she pressed a hand to her lips, trying to be serious as she said in her most serious tone, "Why, Anel! I do believe you could be the next poet to come out of the whorehouse!" She couldn't help the snicker of laughter that escaped her as she rolled her eyes and did another twirl.<br/><br/>So lost in her own thoughts was she that Zara didn't even take notice of the movement out of the corner of her eye. She didn't know Master Ryan was around and as such, she had no hesitation as she blurted out, "Anel, perhaps you should ask for another room?" A little scoff escaped her as she promptly fell on the grass and laid back just as he was doing, staring up at the sky, "Or maybe you should remodel it?"<br/><br/>An evil little giggle escaped as she whispered, her voice a little slurred, "You should take a hammer to your room...rip it all to shred." Anger; it always worked when she felt cheated and used. Perhaps it would help for Anel too?</span>