Too quiet Uzume could understand. She was a goddess of mirth and movement, of wild laughter and the raucous pounding of feet; she wasn't built for quiet or solitude.
"I could eat," she agreed with a languid smile. "Lemme get this one, since I've already got you working for me." She was on her feet even as she said it, slipping away to the bar to order ahead of any protest on Tuck's part.
"Looking pretty confident there," she said when she returned, indicating his the page he'd been doodling on with a wave of her hand. She couldn't make out the sketch itself, obscured as it was by his hand and the movements of his pencil. "Take me inside the artist's head, are you drawing from personal experience here? Lot of oaks flaunting their assets in Sherwood Forest?" Her eyes were bright and impish.