Rictor/Ari | Theatre District | 11:00am - COMPLETE
Amusement shimmered just below the surface, though she did not give in to laughter. "Up to you, of course, though I must make one correction: contrary to popular belief, I don't generally find asphyxiation amusing. Now, if you were to, say, spray a mouthful of wine -- over someone who was not me -- I will admit, I would laugh." The fact that it was such a sensitive topic only had her more determined, but musicians knew a thing or two about timing, so she pointed out, "Hilariously, I did not even ask for the story." Yet.
She took his hand, shook, and managed not to avert her eyes at his quite blatant insinuation (blatant and not exactly correct) of just what she was doing with this instrument at this time. "Thank you for your kind wishes," she replied. "Next time, I will have to ask you to demonstrate one of those drinking songs -- the ones meant to be roared. I'll practice my roaring in the meantime, in preparation."
With that promise of next time given, she sat back with the scheitholt as he took his leave, strumming over the strings, and trying not to let her most recent thoughts (blatant, not exactly correct, but not exactly incorrect) spoil her slightly improved mood.