Viloet smiled as best she could, with furrowed brows, at this McGreggor man. He seemed...<em>quite</em>interested in her. Oh gods, and he was pulling the old 'My chair is uncomfortable and I need to readjust myself' trick!<br/><br/>She gave a bow, "Yes, master." The halfling said sweetly, but eagerly- quick to remove herself from the scene, if only temporarily.<br/><br/>Tiptoeing away, Viloet entered the kitchen and took the plate from Grishka, giving the other maid a mock face of absolute fear and horror, her tongue lolling out the corner of her mouth. It was something of an effort handing off the platter, requiring the mage to bend her knees in order to pass it off. When Vilo emerged, there was barely a hint of her displeasure evident on her face. All the food looked so alluring as she looked down at the plate, she was tempted to take a bite or two then and there.<br/><br/>As she made her way to the table between McGreggor and Terrance, Viloet's eyes widened and she buckled forward into the side of the table, setting the platter down with a loud bang as her breasts lay atop the wooden surface. Another surge of that... teasing sensation! All over her body, like fingertips gently tracing every square inch of her form.<em>Even those areas.</em>No,<em>especcially</em>those. Within a moment of her little mishap, the halfling apologized with a smile as she readjusted her cap, "Oh. Clumsy me."<br/><br/>She stiffened her back, looking up at Terrance seemingly for approval.