Ameiko grinned at the brief description of events, then laughed at the offer. "Depends on how good your stories are," she teased. "Tell a good one, and you might get dinner thrown in, too," she said, rising to her feet and heading back towards the common room.<br/><br/>Downstairs, Natya and her grandmother were engaged in close conversation, while Sandru and his two drivers sat nearby, drinking and eating and chatting noisily, sharing news from around the area.