She gives him a smile. "Well, since they're bringing food, soon, probably the table, to start," she says, giving him a teasing look.<br/><br/>Now, the theatre was nearly full to capacity, though the crowd was fairly quiet, compared to an equivalent human crowd. As the lights began to dim, though, the crowd fell silent, and the curtain rose, to reveal a lone, female dwarf on stage, who began to belt out music that any human opera singer would be jealous of, although, like most operatic performances, it was difficult to understand, being in an odd, old dwarven dialect. Even Sapphire doesn't understand half of what's being said, but, fortunately, there's an included book that translates it for the audience. It seems to be a retelling of an ancient dwarven myth, about a forbidden love interest between two dwarves of warring clans, a love so pure that even the gods take interest in it.