She raises her eyebrows in suprise.  "I thought you were in too foul a mood for socialising?  You've been storming around with a face like thunder since scraps got here.  Hell, there was talk of having a whip round to get you a bottle of rum just to keep you out of everyone's way."  Suddenly very conscious of her hair she smoothes it down again.<br/><br/>"Ha, I wonder if I could collect that if I put you in a good..." she realises where that conversation looks like its going and trails off with a grin.  "Perhaps better rephrase that, hadn't I.  I wonder if I could...no, that doesn't work anyway."<br/><br/>"Bah" she flaps a hand "You know what I meant.  And I'm pretty hungry actually.  So lead on."