Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Aspel paused a moment, before a smile pulled at her lips, a hand reached out, grasping a glass and pouring herself some of the mead that had been delivered with their meals. Raising the glass up, it hovered in front of her mouth, lips turned up around the sides of it. "You both do realize," Aspel shifted the cup, gesturing to Ari, then Guy respectfully. "That you both are welcome to tell Vivi off. Her bark is much meaner than her bite, I assure, and her sense of humor much more plentiful than rumors assume." A respectful, and amused, nod was given in Vivi's direction. The smith wasn't about to let anyone get pushed around this evening, even if the pushing was just a form of personal amusement for the other woman.
Elbows shifted off the table and the smith leaned back in her chair. "But if everyone is in agreement that withstanding, I concede." Aspel eyed the food a moment, seeming to consider the options in front of her, before seeming to resign herself to her glass of mead for the moment.