Amelia rolled her eyes playfully, "Oh yes, that worked itself out in the sense that we can just never go back there again. Well done." She grinned as she strolled to the elf's table and pulled out a chair next beside her. The alchemist leaned inward and pressed their lips together in a brief kiss that lingered on just a moment too long to be a polite gesture. The pair certainly knew one another on more intimate circumstances. Reclining again, Amelia crosses one leg over the other and is about to ask a question when she notices the rogue standing in the doorway. "Goodness, didn't even hear her walk in. I suppose I'm glad for once that I'm dirt poor, or I'd have been robbed."