[SE] what a lunch of nonsense

The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,

Her mouth waters at the list, a low hum of appreciation singing from her lips. "Mmm. Sounds delightful. I haven't had much of a chance to hunt recently, so the timing is perfect." Not that she'd ever say no to such a feast. And she's always happy to have an excuse to spend time with Asta.

The tapping of her fingers stutters for a second before resuming. The term of endearment rubs raw against the memory of the last person to call her that, and only the hint of a grimace tightens at the edge of her eyes. It makes her that much angrier to be pulled from the moment with Asta, reminded of bitterness and pain instead of the bond that she's come to love. She sharpens her grin a little more, willing the familiar warmth of friendship and rage to heat her mischievous gaze. "I nearly killed a man, but the trip was otherwise uneventful. Fair winds and following seas and all that jazz." Nothing that should surprise him. 

Eager to shift the topic, she tilts her head. "How are you? All healed up?" Even if he hadn't been wounded, Thal remembers that he'd taken quite the hit from the villi, and he'd looked more than a little tired when she'd dropped him off in Torchline.

the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.

Thalassa