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"More or less as well as it has been." *He responds, not quite enthusiastically but not dejectedly either. He moves forward to the door and pushes it open lightly, holding it open for Trina to precede him.* "Shall we move inside?"

Trina understands that. At least, she thinks she does. "Thank you..." She says softly, entering the kitchen and passing into the bar area. Almost immediately, she sees the fire, and stops. There was a boy in front of it, and she worries he'll get burned. With an effort, not looking at the flames, Trina speaks to get his attention. "Hello...would you like something to drink?" She says, the only thing that came to her. Trina didn't like fire. Perhaps it was the memories it stirred in her mind...perhaps it had been used against her too many times. Either way, Trina didn't like it. She feared it actually.

*Li'ad followed Trina inside, letting the door close behind him as he made his way over to a seat at the bar a short distance from her as he looked her over. He saw a marked change come over her demeaner when she saw the fire and recognized it as a fear. Unusual for a creature of water to fear fire, especially an unenchanted flame such as the one in the fireplace, but he said nothing of it.* "Tell me Miss Trina, how has life been treating you. Well I would hope?"

Trina looked at Li'ad again, dark eyes seeming surprised. "Oh...yes...I've been very well." She confirms softly, nodding once. "Things are quiet." This seemed to be a good thing to her...seems Trina didn't seek out action or adventure.

A small glowing gold light appears the the center of the muffin, it's zooms from one corner to the other and then disappears up the stairs.
((Li'ad might recognize it for being a fairy, shrunk))

"Quiet times can indeed be good times. Usually the are the best of times, at least to those who know their true value." *He heard the crash of the cup hitting the ground and made to clear it up when his attention was caught by the zooming fairy. He had seen them on rare enough occation when he was flying around, but had yet to see one enter this particular establishment. Though he had been gone for some time, perhaps this one had taken up residence. With an inward shrug he turned his attention to the broken glass and conjured a spell to put the pieces back together into a whole cup.*

"Times have been better, I will admit." *He responds as he goes over and pickes up the glass, returning back to the bar to set it down and retake his seat facing Trina.* "Most of the fighting in the area has calmed somewhat, but there are still casualties. And there is a building presence about it all. The calm before the storm, as some humans say."