flora
Brunch was early for someone to show up at the Hanged Man. Normally the only patrons within the tavern at this time of day were ones who'd inadvertently slept over, and were now in the process of being ushered out by Flora or one of the staff. Today was just such an occasion such that Hadama's query was met with a bark of laughter from within. This summoned Flora who, with a broom in hand and her hair knotted messily on the top of her head, appeared looking for all intents and purposes as if she were about to beat a particularly large bug to death. Spying the mermanta, her expression softened immediately, before growing almost instantly catlike and mischievous.
"Open? Yes. But I wouldn't suggest ordering anything off the menu that's anything more than fruit." She chuckles, to which a rather ornery grunt of agreement echoes out from the kitchen. Swanning closer in an outfit that was as breezy and casual as it was perfectly flattering (wide-legged billowy trousers and a tight black tanktop), the Doubletake folds her arms comfortably across her chest. "If you're here to make sure we have all of our permits in place I can assure you we do." She quips.
"Open? Yes. But I wouldn't suggest ordering anything off the menu that's anything more than fruit." She chuckles, to which a rather ornery grunt of agreement echoes out from the kitchen. Swanning closer in an outfit that was as breezy and casual as it was perfectly flattering (wide-legged billowy trousers and a tight black tanktop), the Doubletake folds her arms comfortably across her chest. "If you're here to make sure we have all of our permits in place I can assure you we do." She quips.
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
