"If so then they're some of the fastest noodle arms on Caido," Jigano pointed out with a grin. Lucas had shown himself to be charming, witty, and, if not humble, then at least capable of a self-deprecating kind of humor that the bard could appreciate. If he hadn't had Remi's concerns over the mask-thief in the back of his mind he might have been inclined to trust the man more, but the warning had left him wary. Which did not, at least, interfere with enjoying Lucas's company or the pleasant direction the evening had taken.
"I believe I can claim the crown of king of the noodle arms," he laughed, joining the blond in heading for the chunks of fallen masonry. One silver brow arched at the chunk that Lucas selected, and he let out a low whistle. "If you can lift that over your head for a count of ten, I'll gladly mix you something from the Rathskeller's back room," he agreed, then tilted his head curiously. "Though... I thought Ascended couldn't taste anything. Can you still get drunk, at least?" It would be a shame if they couldn't, but their Lady seemed to have odd notions on what made people 'better.'
"I believe I can claim the crown of king of the noodle arms," he laughed, joining the blond in heading for the chunks of fallen masonry. One silver brow arched at the chunk that Lucas selected, and he let out a low whistle. "If you can lift that over your head for a count of ten, I'll gladly mix you something from the Rathskeller's back room," he agreed, then tilted his head curiously. "Though... I thought Ascended couldn't taste anything. Can you still get drunk, at least?" It would be a shame if they couldn't, but their Lady seemed to have odd notions on what made people 'better.'
