<br/>Aria smiled as the exotic creature named Sherry took the glass, her mind's eye already dancing with the sight of those lips taking sips. She was genuinely surprised to find the drink intended for the cat instead, nudging her a bit further down the path of guessing the lady a sorceress, beautiful and charming as they were wont to be, and the cat a familiar. She was fairly sure she hadn't seen such a thing before - closest was a few idiot dandies she remembered from outside some small-town inn, trying to get one of their own horses drunk for laughs.<br/><br/>"My lady has a fine eye, then," Aria nodded, eyes twinkling on Sherry. "For as you can see, it seems to suit for hosting fests already!" She gestured to offer her arm to the lady, then realizing she had both cat and flute, instead cupped a palm about the back of Sherry's flute-holding upper arm, a feather-light and casually familiar gesture. "A ship combines several attributes for such a purpose - far more spacious than any city-carriage which could fit through its streets, much better able to get away from all those you've not invited aboard, and of course clear waters and speed for getting about with no street-traffic. As the shipmen say along the Sword Coast of the Prime, 'the water unites, the land divides.'<br/><br/>She gestured forth with her own champagne flute, and took a sip. "One of the officers' cabins seems to invite," she gestured to that which had been Garland's, rather suspecting from when she'd noticed Rose go off that Bikke's cabin would merit being left alone for some time. "And belowdecks, a ring of other rooms there are, for lodging and storage. And," she gestured across the decks, "One feature I think would be splendid for such purposes as you allude to; pavilion-style tents on the decks, to lend them an air of seclusion and privacy." Her hazel eyes lilted to the crimson-lips holy symbol. Her own lips smiled as she encouraged her tour-taker on, towards the port side of where the aftcastle rose from the galley, whence they could both peek down the stairwell leading belowdecks, half-hidden under the one up to the aftcastle, and into what she still through of as Garland's quarters. Aria smiled inwardly as she'd noticed to what degree Luneth and Ingus had done up the ship cozily, perhaps, she suspected, the better both for showcasing it to friends and clients and for affording Luneth a certain ambience when her adventuring companion.<br/><br/><br/><br/>lol! indeed, a must-have for those who lack opposable thumbs...