<div class="floatleft">(https://fsb.zobj.net/crop.php?r=e173WnaEjfOodsij_6Do-fn-8JcmC3RCfHs3zW3oOUo8ioylUxmv0yx_QVyfS1ejnzUh8tircOvr3r6qYhGvZ_n6eJCP9HDWI5wwiLPZuNA-NMad07wPhS9ALMmUP1uEN1UBcoxMTNSD3Kdt)</div><br/><br/>Heather had focused on the conversation as best she could she wasn't really sure what the entire fuss was about. In her experince she would have just smacked this dalton guy and told him no. But minotaur tended to be a bit more straightforward about things like this. It sounded like everything was going to be a bit difficult to navigate. Human laws were already strange. She chewed on the inside of her lip in thought. She didn't have much to offer to this conversation and she knew if she opened her mouth they'd just realize how little she knew. Still...<br/><br/>"Ah say we whoop him," she said after a moment. It'd teach him for sure she thought. Maybe... of course she didn't want anyone to get into trouble because of it either. She fumed for a moment and shook her head, the bell around her neck donking as she did so. "Ah don't know what's goin' on," she finally said after a moment. "Ah think we'd best be served either whoopin' 'em or talkin' ta him."<br/><br/>Then the mouse girl was talking about moving in together causing Heather to grin and nod. "We should get some ogre swill," she said enthusiastically. Specifically designed alcohol by the humans for the giants and others with a hardy constitution that could handle a few bottles of more human like alcohol. She looked at the others to gage their reaction finally she looked at the one that was a reported and offered her hand. "Heather," she said in a friendly manner.