My Cup of Tea

Unlike the young man sitting in the Rathskeller, Vervain couldn't confess to have given the other much thought at all since their encounter with a rabid bunny with a taste for blood. (For good reason - she did her best to get that out of her mind, thanks). Sure, she remembered Kalt, and he had seemed pleasant enough at the time, but things had happened since then. She had opened this place. Devrum was building them a house and had confessed to wanting to start a family. Her daughter had disappeared off into the woods after separating from her husband. So when he addressed her so casually it had taken a moment for her to recognise in him the face of the man who had joined them on their search for food and water. When she did, however, she greeted him with a polite nod and a smile, abandoning the barrel she'd just finished rolling into place to move and lean against the bar, hearing him out where he was slouched with his guitar. "How very astute," she said warmly, smirking at the obviousness of his remark. She arched an eyebrow, however, as Ashetta's name made it into the mix, Vai cocking her head slightly. "She hasn't mentioned anything," she murmured - important, because based on his 'spending time recently' with her daughter, she got the impression this might not be a platonic or friendly meetup. "Go on," she urged him nonetheless, if he was going to make his proper introduction. "I have it on good faith that the only bunny here has been cooked into a stew, so you should be fine." vervain I am always on your side