“Tattler,” she complained with a chuckle when the Greek told Djeheuty about her servants getting rid of his old beer. As if he wouldn't already know. But, it was still funny.
At least she had a chair now. So, with much amusement, Ninkasi pressed away from the table and sat in the newly provided chair with an audible moan of appreciation. It beat riding a quariped of any sort. Which was, of course, when she saw the tray of food. She had just plucked a honeyed fig away and was about to stick it in her mouth when the Greek proclaimed her as his new best friend.
The laugh that burst forth from her was bright, loud and quite pleased. Obviously, the Greek was a fan then. “But, didn't you hear? We're supposed to hate each other on principle or something.” Still laughing, she rolled her eyes. “I don't get it.” At which point she popped the fig in her mouth.