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The waiter had left the food with the scaled woman, and it smelled rather good, or at least Claudette thought so.

"Ibara is a beautiful name," she said. "My name is Claudette.

She averted her eyes as the woman stripped down. She felt weird thinking Svana had done that in front of Blair. Should she be doing the same for him?

"I can bring you a new dress if you'd like?" Claudette offered.

Suddenly Ibara could smell food. Oh she didn't realize how hungry she was...but she also felt so very sick. Setting the towel down she wrung out the raven locks.
"Oh, is there a spare dress? A dry one, yes. I think mine will be not be dry for a while yet." She said, looking over at the girl.

"Claw...debt? Clau...dette. Claudette." It took her a few tries to figure out the word. "there are no names like that at home..." She said softly. The snake-like girl shivered a bit. It was cold.

Shooting Blair an irritated look, mouth full, he let out a muffled, "Juscht Urpht," and continued peeling meat off the pig carcass to stuff in his mouth. He ignored the rest of the expression of gratitude, unsure how to handle it. He was a little offended someone was thanking him for not sleeping with them.

Svana wrung more water out of her hair in distaste. She flipped it back over her shoulder and realized Blair was staring at her. Meeting his eyes, she stared back expectantly, waiting for him to either blurt it out or look away. Leveling her green eyes, she just barely perked a single eyebrow, queuing him to speak.

When the girl left, Ibara continued to pat herself dry, taking care not to be to rough on her scales. They could be delicate things. She moved to her hair just as Claudette retruned. "Thank you," She said agian.

This little thing was very nice. She slipped on the dress, glad for the cloth and hopped it would keep her warm. "I am cold. My kind, we spend much time around the fire, in the light of the suns. Our bodies always seem to be a bit cold. What..is cider?" She asked, but was answered. She looked at the odd cup on the counter. she could feel the warmth, her hands wrapping around it. Gingerly she took a sip, and then another. "Tea...its like tea, with tree flowers...but its odd, how thin it is."

"You have multiple suns where you're from?" Claudette asked but not in a mean way. "I bet it's really hot and always light there. How is the cider? Do you like it?"

Claudette glanced nervously at Blair, concerned about his fever. Fortunately there wasn't anymore magic, so there was no chance of him having his allergy worsened.

Kira glided over to Svana's table and took a seat, curious about what Blair was saying.

Blair was having trouble maintaining his balance. He was too hot, yet he was shivering. He was definitely going to either faint or vomit. But he swallowed that, and forced himself to respond, ignoring Urt since he wanted Blair to stop speaking.

To Svana, he said, "I want to do what we did with Claudette. The.. The.. The sex." He was feeling woozy, but he needed to ask. "I owe her for the way she's been caring for me. And how do I repay her that way?"

He was embarassed, but he spoke quickly.

"Swine?" Urt offered Kira, gesturing to the pig in front of him. Svana assumed he must be finally getting full if he was offering to share her food. The fact that he tackled and yelled at her was already out of his mind. It wasn't like he actually hurt her, so he wasn't concerned.

Svana kept her attention on Blair. "I would start by taking off her pants. It won't work very well otherwise."

"Might take off your pants, too. Unless...wait. What did you show him?" Urt asked.

"I showed him a few different things. Removing his pants would be advisable."

"You two really know how to put the romance into these things," Baldur drawled sarcastically off to the side.

Svana shrugged. "He came to me for advice on sex, not romance. He seems to have that part down. Besides, what do I know about romance? That was Amund's department."

Both men flinched at the name, but when Svana didn't react visibly, they relaxed.

Back to Blair, she said, "I showed you want to do, but she's not going to react the same way I did. I know my body. Judging by both of your collective prudishness, she doesn't know hers. It's going to take some exploration. And probably patience. But exploration can be half the fun," she reasoned with a shrug.

"And if all else fails, have her stick things up your butt. You'd probably like it more than you think," Urt chimed in.

"That sounds really nice," Claudette said, picturing it. "Are you all right?"

Oh right, Claudette thought, she's probably still freezing. On that note, Claudette removed her hoodie and gave it to the woman. On top of that, she began building her a little firepit and lit it.

"It's meat and flowers," she said. "It's chicken, steak, ham, turkey, and sausage. We didn't know which you preferred."

Blair turned red. "My pants? Her pants? Would she panic? Am I even... a good size? I want to be good to her. And I can do the romance part, but I know she wants more. A-and I do, too. But is it too soon?"

"She wouldn't stick anything up there," he said to Urt.

"Size isn't everything, kid, that's why I taught you the things with your mouth. That said, you aren't bad for a human. Not that she'll know the difference, but you're fine," Svana assured him offhandedly. "As for how soon, I'm not the person to ask. I ******** for recreation and to blow off steam, not for romance."

Urt was grinning across at him. "Kid, the things I could show you about your own bung-hole..."

Baldur choked into his cup of coffee.

"I could show you, too, if you'd like," he offered roguishly to the elf.