Her fingers were unpinning the veil from her crown, then tucking the pins back in place -just needing to free the fabric so that she could start untucking and winding it from the rest of the way around her. Of course only to then start tucking and draping it into the belt on her hips so not to have to keep track of it later. “And I appreciate that in more ways than you can imagine. Just like I appreciate your Daddy turning the sun down a few degrees.” Ninkasi grinned, glad her veil was free. “Should I try to greet him before the barque leaves tonight? Say, Hey kiddo, thanks for not trying to melt my caravan." She clicked her tongue against her teeth before laughing brightly. Djeheuty knew of the relationship between herself and Re... lighthearted and teasing.
“Cannot say the same for Utu, though,” she rolled her eyes. “I think he forgets that carts are a pain to move through the dunes, so we only bring so many; donkeys can only be loaded with so much weight and both they and the horses need water... regularly.” Ninkasi sighed. “I'm fairly certain that after that sandstorm, he was out to melt us. We lost two donkeys before we even got to the Red Sea, which meant as a bonus... meat, but have you ever eaten donkey? ... I do not recommend it.”
She grabbed the empty pitcher and moved it aside, closer to the person she wasn't really paying much attention to but was fully aware he was there, to make more room. Then, due to the lack of another chair, slid her bottom onto the table. “Djeheuty can I burden you for chair or a bench? Since I'm sure you don't want my butt disturbing your senet game.” For a quick second, she turned her head to the side to look over at the stranger, then back to her friend. “And after that, maybe you can introduce me to tall, dark and Greek over here.”