"Well, so much for my plans to drink the night away..." The witch says with a smirk, and swirls her spoon for a moment in her soup. "Well, no help for it, I guess. Lets finish up, and go have us a chat with the local bosses..."<br/><br/>As the couple finish up their meal, the bartender excuses himself from the room, leaving the serving girl to tend to their needs. She pretty much remains silent the whole time, though she keeps on shooting looks their way until finally Sheraile just loses patience.<br/><br/>"Oi... Is my blouse hanging open?" She says, pushing her bowl of soup away and standing up to walk towards the younger woman. A simple cantrip makes her seem taller than she actually is, and another makes the air around her seem just a little bit darker. Maybe she was overreacting... but in a situation as curious as this, she's not going to pass up the opportunity to get a bit of information. "Or is my friend's beauty takin' the words from those lips of yours? 'Cause trust me, I don't mind bein' looked at... but when someone looks that long without sayin' something, things go from cute to creepy real quick..."<br/><br/>