It was a very rare occurrence when Reya completely lost it. She was well-known for her calm and cool exterior, even in the most dire circumstances. Few people could match her in this respect...<br/><br/>This, however, was one of those extremely rare moments. Her eyes widened comically, and a deep blush spread across her face, and for a moment she seemed unable to make any understandable words. She struggled to speak, finally chocking, coughing furiously, tears beginning to trickle down her face. She takes a deep drink, and then sighs before finally in a shaky voice replying...<br/><br/>"Oh no one in particular Father. I was just saying that, since we are such good friends that we should... Oh look Father!!  We have a visiting troubadour and he is about to perform."  She looks to the old man, who may not have finished his meal yet, but throwing every once of her presence into it, she quickly approaches him, fluttering her eyelashes and with still a deep blush coloring her cheeks she bows before him. "Please good sir, tell us a tale"