"Hm. Of course. I'm putting you to work, Elf..." The halfling winks and contorts her body like a snake, slipping easily from between your arms and out of your lap without so much as nudging the bowl in your hands. With one last smirk over her shoulders, she's off to the kitchen, returning with her own, smaller bowl of stew and settling down on top of the table next to you in order to finish her meal in relative silence. Relative, because she has a tendency to poke and tease between every couple of bites...<br/><br/>Once your meal is done, and the weight of the stew has begun to settle pleasantly in your belly, the halfling woman dances off with both bowls, and comes back to plop herself down in your lap once more.<br/><br/>"Hmm... See, and now I'm all full. I'm thinking the first job I should give you is to carry me..." The little woman smirks and scoots closer, letting her head rest on your shoulders. "Maybe have you carry me to market, then carry me and the groceries back..."