Shajira raised her eyebrow at Trovor's remark regarding the "fiery trio"... assuming she was among that group being referred to. "Only tricks I have been up to are of the magical variety." She turned to Larsen, and the look of curiosity on her face made her grin. She squeezed his hand, glad that even though it would have been wrong to assume she was selling her body, he just seemed to be curious and interested, as opposed to jealous. That wasn't the kind of relationship, they had, for the most part anyway. And thank the gods for that.<br/><br/>She followed him over the counter where they headed to join up with Melania. "I can't help you with balls... unless you mean fireballs?" she grinned again as she made herself comfortable on a stool, sitting really close to Larsen and resting her hand on his thigh. "I do think, though, that the three of us could handle some graveyard, unless someone else wanted to join us and make it four," she added, not sure if Trovor had come over just to crack a joke, or to express his interest in taking that job with them.