<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/tumblr_mtzo6bcdUK1sio3lno1_1280.jpg)</div><br/>"Ale?" Yukio's nose crinkles again, and he changes his to plum wine. And some fried tofu cubes, if-you-don't-mind. as they settle together, Yukio rests his chin on the cup of his palm, looking to the two ladies, his ears perked forward as he studies each in turn, nibbling the corner of his lip.<br/><br/>"So... you two are a long way from home..." he starts, ignoring the fact that his own home village is probably the furthest away, between the three of them. "What brings you out here? Aside from, uh, the quest for panties," he teases, one foot darting forward to give Fidelia's a poke under the table. His bare toes are surprisingly soft, and the wriggle playfully against hers. "You though..." his lavender-hued eyes focus on Hera, "...I've got no ideas."<br/><br/>When the wine comes, he offers to share, pouring a little bowl of the warmed alcohol and passing it to the inumimi... her feline friend has probably already plowed through five tankards of her putrid barley-water, so unless she asks, she can stick to that. The tofu he keeps for himself, seeing as, you know... carnivores. He pops back one of the little cubes, then starts huffing and puffing, bouncing it around on his tongue before managing to get it down, covering his mouth with a little cough. "Still... still hot."