A large pitcher of ale seemed to sail through the air, before stopping in front of Iorthir and dropping to the table. This was repeated, as several more pitchers flew through the air, before coming to a safe landing in on front of a prospective drinker. The goblin sighed and shook her head, turning towards an empty mug. As Fridda approached her, she raised an eyebrow. About to retort, Adala lowered her finger when Aryx spoke up.<strong>"Up to you how much you feel your friend here is worth. You're the one buying her body for the time. I will say though, anyone offerin' more will get their fair shake."</strong><br/><br/>The redhead fanned herself sarcastically, grinning up at Eve as she danced.<strong>"Oh my, I may just. I haven't had this much fun in such a long time, it'd be a shame for it to end."</strong><br/><br/>Back in the kitchen, Mac was absentmindedly stirring a large black kettle, a book in one hand. Around him, dishes were floating from sink to counter, where a rag was drying them, before they floated into cabinets. He quirked an eyebrow at hearing Mabli's declaration. A low rumble that could only be a chuckle echoed through the kitchen as he set the book down, careful to mark his place.<strong>"Y'wanna help? Sounds alright. But first..."</strong>The goliath snapped his fingers, a measuring tape floating out from somewhere. It began to take measurements of Mabli, some very personal ones as it wrapped around her waist and chest, before going back to where it came. From it's place came a maid's outfit, black with white frills, the skirt seemingly shorter than it could need to be.<strong>"You'll need to be dressed the part then. You won't have time to change though, so you'll have to do it here. After that, there's a tray of food you can run out."</strong>