Noah the Sentinel chuckled at the idea of Hotaru being cheated into mother daughter quality time. She was the cleverest person he knew, so it only made sense for her daughter to have inherited that from her--and perhaps even honed it to another level, to which only time could tell. Even with Flora's sunkissed attitude, the waitress gave a generic answer; a mumbling of some type of honey mead infused with berries and herbs they grew within the greenhouse. Noah's eyebrows lifted some and his head cocked at a curious angle. "I haven't tried that. but everything here is better than the tavern that used to be here before the Kraai." He said as the heavy-lidded waitress walked away. "Peters a good guy, been working here since Weaver opened the place." She had long passed, and Peter even stuck around in the shadow of Neron cowering behind the bar. "I prefer this." Noah tapped on his whiskey glass, before sucking on his teeth at her next question. "Well, I'm hoping it will be a bracelet." His head tilted as he held up what he had so far, which was definitely not what one would call true craftsmanship. "I heard that it was a part of this festival coming up. Thought I'd give it a shot. Really all I know how to craft is arrow fletching and Festival of Lights lanterns." I was the knight in shining armour in your movie |
