Gioria seems ecstatic to have someone to interact with, and it seems like your words are barely out of your mouth before the gnome is flitting off to get your drink from "Ol' Stumpy." The tinkling of her baubles never seems to cease as she fusses about with her tray, grabs your drink, and zips back to your table. As she returns, she favors you one of her usual bubbly smiles.<br/><br/>"He-ya Lis!" As far as her pet-names go, you got off light. She openly calls the dwarf that runs the bar "Stumpy," and has named Fred something unpronounceable in Gnomish- which, she confided in you one night, roughly translated to "Rectum-for-a-mouth", in honor of his almost daily verbal diarrhea. "SOOOOO... how long ya got left? I he-ard that the church had all clo-sed out?"<br/><br/>The gnome's habit of stressing and stretching words in strange ways is nothing new. She seems to make a game out of every sentence, a game with rules no one else understands but which seems to amuse her to no end.<br/><br/>As an afterthought, she sets your drink down on in front of you, rising up onto her toes to slide it center. One of the many spaghetti-style straps on her green dress slides down her left shoulder as she shifts, and then plops back down to a normal standing position to await your answer.