"Ha.<em>Elf</em>." The little halfling gives you a wink, and she moves off around the corner to get to work on the rest of the night's meal. Soon, the smell of bubbling stock fills the air, joined a moment later by the sound and smell of sizzling meat. It's a homey meal... but that's what makes your stomach rumble, in its own way. "And how're you being greedy? I'm the one who asked you to come over. If that's not 'announced,' I dunno what is..."<br/><br/>A musical chuckle announces the little halfling's arrival into the work-room, skirt swishing around her ankles on a breeze of her own creation.<br/><br/>"It's gonna be a little bit." She says as a greeting, plopping down casually onto your lap with a ruffle of red cloth. "So I figured I'd come and join you. Maybe be a bit 'greedy' myself..."