<div class="floatright">(http://ass.pimpedhost.com/exploited-tessa/001.jpg)</div>Lisa listened to Daria with as much focus as she could gather, clearly enjoying the fact that the red head decided to tag along with this little conspiracy.<br/>-<strong>Oh... Yeah, we should totally get him burried... I can pay if the coins are needed.</strong>- she offered happy at the chance of being helpful to the dead tinker. -<strong>But asking the priests a question in our case sounds great. You are so sharp, Daria!</strong>- Although Lisa tried to keep the conversation in the usual, relatively loud whisper, few final words got a bit louder due to her enthusiasm.<br/>Soon with a satisfied smile she focused on the conversation about the prayer. She apparently, didn't think that the idea would get that much of interest, and Daria's direct praise made some butterflies going in her belly.<br/><br/>But soon she again froze up with her silly and empty look. She needed another second of thinking, but when the red head blushed and directed her eyes at Lisa, it became clear that this one time neither of the two could understand the DM clearly.<br/>-<strong>Some thighs...?</strong>- she started with a casual voice. -<strong>Why do our thighs matter when praying? And why these should be big?</strong>- with a clear hint of confusion she parted her legs a bit. While still sitting, she put her hands on the front of her thighs, right above the knees and just below the denim skirt. She was clearly examining them. After few seconds however, she got her eyes up at the others again, with a bit tense look. She took another moment to decide something in her head. Soon she just stood up, and - still rubbing the thighs innocently, she asked with some dissapointment -<strong>I guess my thighs aren't big enough to get us the bless? But maybe one of the boys would have big enough...?</strong>- her curious brown eyes went from the DM to Paco and Josh.