Kiss the Bottle

vervain While it was painfully obvious that Bastien was starving, Vervain at least gave him the decency of not watching him scarf down the soup, and she stepped forward to top up someone's drink. His neat arrangement of the bottles and glasses didn't go unnoticed either, and she smiled her approval at him as she stepped back again. Organised and with a flair for the creative. Certainly, the carnival knew how to make 'em. "Ah," she murmured at his explanation, "you know, I was asleep as well - I was taking a break from hunting in the woods and then... as you say, here." Sighing thoughtfully, she shrugged her shoulders and shook her head as the unfamiliar place tumbled from his lips. Venice? She didn't know the place, and she'd never heard of it before now. "Well," she said eventually, perking up again and retrieving his bowl, before holding it up as if to ask him if he wanted more, "you're certainly not alone here. In fact, would you like to keep working here? I can't give you much, but I'll make sure you don't go hungry or thirsty in exchange for your help. And you'll never be short on company, as you can see."