<strong>Name:</strong>Elfi<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Ship's Slave<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Galley<br/><strong>With:</strong>Isi<br/><br/>Master had given permission, but he was none too pleased by it.  Elfi was too ignorant to understand some of the politicking going on around the table, but she knew enough about her owner to know when he didn't like something.  The glass in her hand suddenly became an adder at her breast.  Anxious to be rid of it, Elfi decided to drink it all right up, not sip at it like Serenity.  She'd watched the Companion out of the sides of her vision, trying to learn how it was a Lady did it.  Little sips, small expressions to indicate how she found it, and never, ever rushing.  Wasn't that fine?<br/><br/>It tasted dry and the bubbles teased her nose before dancing in little explosions across her tongue.  How did something so wet taste so dry?  And it wasn't sweet, but sort of sharp not like blueberry wine or Old Peachtree Cider.  Elfi didn't see what all the fuss was about, and quickly finished her glass.  She was unaware of just how quickly it was going to go to her head, especially on an almost empty tummy.<br/><br/>That's why a few minutes later she slopped some of the meal out of the bowl she was picking up and straight onto Isi's shirt.