Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Aspel/Ari/Drake - 4:45PM along the main street.
Aspel couldn't help the low and throaty chuckle that emerged at Ari's commentary. "I must admit almost feeling sorry for that man." At least, she was fairly certain the director was male. However, the idea of being pushed around by two very - Aspel assumed - opinionated and dominant women didn't seem like it'd be terribly fun for an extended period of time to her either. The smith couldn't even begin to imagine her source of income relying upon two people like that. Though, Feria was a rather big name, and Ari was getting there, without a doubt.
"Define required." Aspel firmly challenged Drake's retort, the normal fun of her voice slipping away for a moment as her fork was twirled faintly in his direction. Unfortunately, by this time, Aspel had only managed to pick out a handful of bites from her own plate, and mostly engaged in pushing the food around to look like there was a fair deal more missing than there actually was.
However, regardless of the situation or her own pressing anxiety about the food in front of her, Aspel largely had managed to maintain her calm. Shifting her glass was reached for, a sip being taken from it. "Are there any particular spots you had in mind for the fireworks?" The question was turned on Ari, as she had been the one to suggest it previously.