[Lex/Wil/Peony/Open!]
Peony had been about to comment on the memstone - a useful item, especially for someone so isolated as Almalexia. It was saddening to think that a recording of the festivities was all she aspired to, but perhaps the memory of tonight's merriment would at least keep her company -
Of course, before she could find a way to say all of this, they were interrupted.
She looked up - and up, and up - at the corsair and murmured, "I see you've yet to acquire a shirt," she said, her voice and face carefully neutral and rather pleasant. Of course, if scaled against her typical reponse to people, this one could very well be considered rude bordering on hostile, but the man had not left a favorable impression the first time she had met him, and she somehow did not expect Almalexia, who was already a bit jumpy, to take his presence well.