"I do more than just clean up bird shyke, Lander." She said firmly, taking a bite of chow, chewing slowly, and then swallowing. "Otherwise I'd just be a dek like the rest of the folks I work around. You think I could afford to come to the Clam otherwise? Hmph." She snorted once more and put another forkful into her mouth to chew and swallow. "I get to teach them, too. What the mother can't when she's doing her own duties. Stuff about the city and us Inartans, the importance of their roles, sometimes even hunting. I'm going to try and set something up with one of the hunters, too, where they trap me live prey. I can give this to the eaglets to hone their instincts. It's no different in doing that than it is giving a feather to a cat to chase." The woman remarked and ate silently a little longer.
She'd taken his attempt at insult in stride that time, breezing over it smoothly to explain a little more of what it was she did. The food was particularly savory, the rich compliment of the sauce and seasoning with the tasty sweetness of the seafood. Delish! Her eye took advantage of his brief distraction to consider him more closely, the shaggy hair making him seem even more rogue while the gesture of hand sweeping through it made the Chiet think him anxious. He didn't act anxious; he was far too sure of himself. It wasn't a need for approval, she didn't think...just...a need to interact. Opposingly, Vira preferred her solitude. At least he was entertaining and easy on the eye even if his eyes were a little too slanted for her tastes.
"Well, I'm hardly surprised you scared her off. Maybe you should learn from the mistake of oogling her next time."
And it remained that way up until the very last of his statements left his lips, his own oogling of her dinner and how she ate making her stop completely. The fork had paused in front of her open mouth and heat blossomed in those high cheeks before her jaw clicked shut. Vira grit her teeth tightly, eyes blazing with embarassed anger. She did NOT just inhale her food! And the insult that the eagles were sloppy in their own consumptions was absurd! They hadn't teeth, just a beak! But Vira at least understood the taunt beneath it and the jab at her lack of a male companion. The red in her cheeks spread out a little more and the woman put the fork down as slowly as she could. It still clanged when it hit the plate. It all came to a head at his suggestive question. 'Do you swallow?'
Vira was genuinely speechless for a long and horrible minute as she tried to see how best to answer him. Finally, she had it, that pleasant warmth churning in the heat of her borderline shame (for Vira was no messy eater! She ate with the precision of someone who loved order rather than chaos; Gnora would have been proud). "Says the tailor who scared his own waitress away."
"You talk a big game but, in reality, you're nothing more than a skittish little queer. And you think I'm a messy eater? Hmph, I have more grace at the table than you do just sitting there staring like some-" She gestured at him with a hand, head to toe. "-petching dek-licker. That's really all you even are, though, isn't it. You're just too pathetic to admit it to yourself that you're nothing more..." She got to her feet, one hand on the table, the other reaching across the table to jab his chest firmly with her index. "...than a long-dong...." another jab. "...spit-shining...." a third. "...DEK LICKER." This final a practical shout. That raptor-like stare would feel more intense as she loomed down on him, teeth grit, cheeks still red. "And you, huh, you swallow aaalll the time. It's why your teeth are so white."
She'd taken his attempt at insult in stride that time, breezing over it smoothly to explain a little more of what it was she did. The food was particularly savory, the rich compliment of the sauce and seasoning with the tasty sweetness of the seafood. Delish! Her eye took advantage of his brief distraction to consider him more closely, the shaggy hair making him seem even more rogue while the gesture of hand sweeping through it made the Chiet think him anxious. He didn't act anxious; he was far too sure of himself. It wasn't a need for approval, she didn't think...just...a need to interact. Opposingly, Vira preferred her solitude. At least he was entertaining and easy on the eye even if his eyes were a little too slanted for her tastes.
"Well, I'm hardly surprised you scared her off. Maybe you should learn from the mistake of oogling her next time."
And it remained that way up until the very last of his statements left his lips, his own oogling of her dinner and how she ate making her stop completely. The fork had paused in front of her open mouth and heat blossomed in those high cheeks before her jaw clicked shut. Vira grit her teeth tightly, eyes blazing with embarassed anger. She did NOT just inhale her food! And the insult that the eagles were sloppy in their own consumptions was absurd! They hadn't teeth, just a beak! But Vira at least understood the taunt beneath it and the jab at her lack of a male companion. The red in her cheeks spread out a little more and the woman put the fork down as slowly as she could. It still clanged when it hit the plate. It all came to a head at his suggestive question. 'Do you swallow?'
Vira was genuinely speechless for a long and horrible minute as she tried to see how best to answer him. Finally, she had it, that pleasant warmth churning in the heat of her borderline shame (for Vira was no messy eater! She ate with the precision of someone who loved order rather than chaos; Gnora would have been proud). "Says the tailor who scared his own waitress away."
"You talk a big game but, in reality, you're nothing more than a skittish little queer. And you think I'm a messy eater? Hmph, I have more grace at the table than you do just sitting there staring like some-" She gestured at him with a hand, head to toe. "-petching dek-licker. That's really all you even are, though, isn't it. You're just too pathetic to admit it to yourself that you're nothing more..." She got to her feet, one hand on the table, the other reaching across the table to jab his chest firmly with her index. "...than a long-dong...." another jab. "...spit-shining...." a third. "...DEK LICKER." This final a practical shout. That raptor-like stare would feel more intense as she loomed down on him, teeth grit, cheeks still red. "And you, huh, you swallow aaalll the time. It's why your teeth are so white."
