The cat had initially escaped Jigano’s scan of the room, but the bartender brought it to his attention and the bard found himself blinking in surprise at the rakish eyepatch the beast sported. Whether or not the legend was true, he gave the well-named beast a respectful nod, receiving a slow blink in return. It never hurt to grant the guardians of a place their due, and in this new world he had yet to learn which legends bore more than a mere grain of truth at their heart. “An honor, Chunk,” he murmured gravely before returning his full focus to the woman with the whiskey at her disposal.
No witty comeback to his comments on the alchemist and his moonshine, but she made up for her silence with a refill Jigano hadn’t been entirely sure he’d be getting and he nodded gratefully. Such gracious hospitality deserved fair turnabout, and he offered his name in trade. “Edy” felt more like a nickname, but already her speech made her seem the sort to prefer short and sharp and functional over flowery ceremony.
Swearing wasn’t usually his first choice, but it certainly had its place in his vocabulary and he tossed his hostess’ vulgarity back at her with a sly grin that she answered by upping the ante – or rather, dredging the gutter. He chuckled, offering her a toast of his glass at her plucking of the low-hanging fruit as she paused, then tossing the drink back as she continued. ”Guardian monsters and gods popping up, I’m familiar with. Attack-gourds are a new one on me, though. Er… just how does that work, exactly? Are these pugilistic pumpkins rooted in one spot, or do savage squashes more sort of, oh, roll after you and try to trip you up with extreme prejudice?” She had finally caught him at a loss, the white-haired man utterly bemused as he tried to work out the logistics of an angry vegetable on the rampage.
No witty comeback to his comments on the alchemist and his moonshine, but she made up for her silence with a refill Jigano hadn’t been entirely sure he’d be getting and he nodded gratefully. Such gracious hospitality deserved fair turnabout, and he offered his name in trade. “Edy” felt more like a nickname, but already her speech made her seem the sort to prefer short and sharp and functional over flowery ceremony.
Swearing wasn’t usually his first choice, but it certainly had its place in his vocabulary and he tossed his hostess’ vulgarity back at her with a sly grin that she answered by upping the ante – or rather, dredging the gutter. He chuckled, offering her a toast of his glass at her plucking of the low-hanging fruit as she paused, then tossing the drink back as she continued. ”Guardian monsters and gods popping up, I’m familiar with. Attack-gourds are a new one on me, though. Er… just how does that work, exactly? Are these pugilistic pumpkins rooted in one spot, or do savage squashes more sort of, oh, roll after you and try to trip you up with extreme prejudice?” She had finally caught him at a loss, the white-haired man utterly bemused as he tried to work out the logistics of an angry vegetable on the rampage.
