Joli blinks in surprise at that, turning her face to regard Laurin with a mixture of surprise and incredulity on her face.  "You're-- coming with<i>us</i>?"  She seems to recompose herself, straightens her back and turns to Balfour and Lon.  "I mean, you're coming<i>with</i>us.  The more the merrier.  And, in case there's any concern, I'll look after you, since your breasence--" she clears her throat, flushing brightly, "<i>presence</i>seems to be an object of widespread fascination right now."  Her eyes are huge with mortification-- where did all that confidence go?!  How could she..?<br/><br/>Like a smirking jester, the empty ale tankard sits on the tabletop when she looks down at the worn, wood surface.<br/><br/>She remembers her uncle Jager, after a drink, always seemed more brash and confident... some said he had a hollow leg, too, whatever that means...