"Sure, I'll see if I can..." When she rose, Quanil looked to her destination. "Oh. OH." They cast about and saw their own memorial for Herri cast down amongst gourd guts. "Ew. Uh, hold on just a..." They went to see to saving it, pulling it up by one corner and eyeing it in distress. "Uh. Hope you understand, Herri. I'll get some napkins with the red wine, then get the broom. It's my job to clean up, after all."
They started to head for the bar, paused as they realized it'd be easier not to take Herri's memorial with them, and came back to set it on the desk. Then they headed for the bar to get a glass of red wine; surely Mr. Sunjata wouldn't object since it was for his niece, so they intended to get the best. They weren't really sure what that was, but figured they'd know it when they saw it.
They grabbed a stack of napkins first, and then yelled when the remaining gourd barreled out of nowhere and straight into their ankle, knocking Quanil down to the floor.
They started to head for the bar, paused as they realized it'd be easier not to take Herri's memorial with them, and came back to set it on the desk. Then they headed for the bar to get a glass of red wine; surely Mr. Sunjata wouldn't object since it was for his niece, so they intended to get the best. They weren't really sure what that was, but figured they'd know it when they saw it.
They grabbed a stack of napkins first, and then yelled when the remaining gourd barreled out of nowhere and straight into their ankle, knocking Quanil down to the floor.
