Grishka successfully suppressed a giggle, though only audibly so as her face scrunched like she was holding back a sneeze. Prepped with a plate of seafood and various sauces that smelled of herbal interferance, kept chilled with shaved ice, fairly rare in a city so far inland. Even moreso to have been several varried cooking methods employed; skewered and marinated, grilled and fried. She wanted so much to wish Vilo luck but that would probably work against the poor halfling.<br/><br/>It was a less than interesting conversation, regarding McGreggor trying to re-pitch his idea to Terrance. Any resemblance of serious conversation was halted as Viloet chest-planted onto the table. The unexpected jab displaced more than her cap, as was made evident by the unabashed attention focused on her chest. Terrance was naturally unphased and commented "Typically, I don't take milk with seafood." Then he turned his attention to McGreggor. He snapped his fingers to gain the man's attention before musing "I told you, it's not happening unless she asks for it..." His eyes darted to Viloet, "though I must say you certainly are close to<em>asking</em>for it." He seemed to tug upwards at invisible space in front of his chest before McGreggor's attention was drawn from the sight.<br/><br/>McGreggor unabashedly reached for one of the skewers and bit off one of the shrimps. "As I've said, you have expensive taste and the funds to sate it." He muttered appreciatively, focusing on the orange mess coating the grilled morsels. "Though with all your leverage, your trade is barred in the Eastern Kingdoms."<br/><br/>Terrance was mid-swallowing when McGreggor made it apparent he knew more about the other man than he was letting on. He coughed, several times, clearing his throat. "You must be well connected. That isn't public knowledge."<br/><br/>"Indeed I am," the bearded man breathed behind an amused, nigh sinister grin. "And I can use those connections to break down your impediments, though I am currently lacking incentive."<br/><br/>Terrance eyed McGreggor with a wiley-eyed stare. It was almost too good to be true! He plucked one of the battered bits from its cousins, dipped it in a yellowish mixture that smelled of honey mustard and devoured it. "Get me a contract. Or several. How good they are will determine what I alot to you for your guild expendatures."<br/><br/>McGreggor in turn grinned widely, wrenching another orangish bit from the skewer. "Ofcourse, I will need this in writing," he seemed to turn his attention to Viloet, expectantly.<br/><br/>Terrance looked her way as well and guestured twords a far desk. "There should be parchment and pen in the drawers over there. Fetch them, will you?"