When the halfing returned carrying a large 'thing' of meat, despite the nature of it being well prepared, the sight of the halfling-sized meat and the halfing who was carrying it, caused her to turn to face away from the group slightly, a hand shooting up to cover her lips with a speedy yet delicate gesture. In truth, she had to squelch her laughter before it got out of hand, she wasn't about to burst into laughter infront of this new group of pseudo-clients. It was unprofessional, and improper and frankly impolite. Only the slightest of forced-breaths could be heard as Alara turned from the group, a few breaths spent looking away before returning to face the assembled team, her long elven ears practically breaking at the bluntness of which the halfling brought forth his accusation of sexuality... though that didn't mean she didn't listen to the answer.<br/><br/>With a slow shake of her head, Alara leaned against the nearby table.<strong>"It's not poisonous."</strong>she says with amused confidence. She could tell the animal and even the method by which it was prepared and cooked with a few curious glances. She had dressed and preserved and even cooked countless animals in her long elven life, so determining by what method and by what a human had made supper with was an easy determination.<br/><br/><strong>"I am willing to partake in an evening of conversation, and self-amusement as I watch the poisonous drinks you consume shake your minds and reflexes..."</strong>her elven accent said without malice but some strange notes of humor.<strong>"If we are to work together, would certainly not be a mistake to share tales and our strengths."</strong>she notes with a relaxed and friendly tone.