"Arvin, yes... he's a very nice young man." She smiled brightly, implying nothing. The statement was no less innocent than its context.<br/><br/>She frowned lightly, looking at her curiously. "But I have not told you my name, yet... or why I am here." She offered a broader smile at her, though this one more knowing.<em>Of course, she is resourceful... though how resourceful, I am yet curious.</em>Dymiira walked in, taking the bowl with a gracious smile and a small curtsy. "Thank you." Looking around at the interior of the shack, she went as the old woman directed, smiling.<br/><br/>"What do you mean by my... 'talents'?"