The explanation of Orc courtship earns a similarly short criticism, "Peacocking." Since Rishi doesn't have more to contribute, she accepts Myranda as the authority. Who would make up something like that?<br/><br/>Concerned about how very little progress she's making on undoing the stays to his covering, Uxia hyper-fixates on it. Her normally blank face shows expression. The companions that have spent time with her in the past know just how very little she tends to use them, and so it is saying something when to say that, for approximately half of a second, her eyebrows stitched closer together than they'd previously been before the muscles slacken again. "A pun," she identifies correctly in remark to Ian's comment, "at -our- expense. Your clothing will not shed. -We- would offer to rend it off."<br/><br/>But she doesn't, and she doesn't explain why, either. In the silence that follows Ian explains her side of the issue concerning clothes to Arty, and since it is an acceptable reasoning that she sees truth in, it frees her mind to get back to the<em> truly</em>concerning matter at hand: "Potatoes are so bland that there are, approximately..."<br/><br/>Her head shifts back, and then her body too. She leans away from Ian just enough so that her body is no longer pressed into his back, then her eyes roll to the back of her eyelids. When she is finished, she sits upright again. "... One thousand, thirty-two hundred sixty-two recipes on how to make them palatable to the tongue. That is how bad they are."<br/><br/>