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Tari beamed at the nice Raevan and lady at the booth. Everyone was so nice! It made up for the strange jarring she felt this close to Lazarus.

"Thank you," she said politely to Namini, "but can't eat. No sti- st- uh... no belly." She pointed to Lazzie's abs. "Only boobs." Beaming in pride at what she did have, she grabbed them in case someone, somewhere, was unaware of what boobs were.

"Tari disappears sakura. Uh," a frown crossed the pretty girl's face as she recognised she was speaking incorrectly. She tried again. "Makes sakura disappear. And hair."

Speaking of which, she inched closer to Lazarus. He had such interesting hair colours and shape. "You name? Tari try your hair? Just little bit," she coaxed sidling up to him, giving him her best pretty-please smile. She was getting a little peckish with all this talk of food...


Meanwhile, Kali was smirking at Kiretha's panic over her impending motherhood. "It's not so bad," she drawled. "Could be worse. At least there's no diaper changing to worry about."

The mention of growing amber intrigued Kali. "Really, still growing? Tari's was like that - hair still growing, I mean. As for what they eat... I'm not too sure. I've seen Tari drink sakura tea, other than that I wonder if she's eating behind my back. Whenever I ask, she says she's already eaten for the day..."

Bard put on one of those overly-excitable expressions at the compliment from the customer. "That's so sweet of you, but you don't have to lie to get my attention cutie. I know I'm terrible at running this here stall." Bard reached his hand up to rub at the back of his head in an shy manner, looking cute and bashful the best way he could without messing his hair up too very much before looking back over at the woman holding his cat.

"Yeah. Fangs...V-Venus named him," Bard said, stumbling over the name as a dark look crossed over his face, the glowing eyes flickering before regaining their glow and his gaze picked up once more. "Trust me. You do not want that guy in your house. He'll cope a feel," the man replied to her desire of keeping his cat. He'd likely let her if...if Fangs hadn't been Venus' cat. Bard wished he could tell her something about how very wrong she was about wanting to treat Fangs like a prince, but eh, she could figure it out on her own.

"Water's good and all mam, but honestly he'd prefer some vodka," Bard said hesitantly, not really sure how else to break it to the woman that her little angel was really a devil. Fangs though, likely to spite Bard, would have pretended that he loved the water just to impress the woman. "You're welcome to take him wherever you'd like but, wouldn't it be better if the two of you just hung out here for a bit?" he asked with a cooed tone and a wide smile.

Tari's words made him practically choke on himself as he tried to hold back the laughter.

Cutie? Surely he meant the lady; Lucado wasn't fooling himself, for all that he wished. Fanning himself a bit, he pressed the cool plastic container to one cheek and smiled. "Well, you got my sweet for me plenty fine," he said fairly, with a little grin as he watched the false shyness -- and his eyes turned to the cat for a moment.

"A cat... that likes vodka?" Lucado questioned lightly, toying with the braid that held the bright beads in his hair. He'd never been too much for cats; they all tended to bite him... and with a name like Fangs, he didn't dare touch, not even for flirtation purposes -- that the woman obviously had picked up on, with what she said. Whatever benefit that the cold treat had had on his composure, a fresh blush undid.

Her ears perked at the mention of ‘vodka.’ They were selling vodka? At an event like this? That sure was unusual, but hell if she didn’t like the notion! Sadly though, it was just too hot for her at the moment to try and even down some alcohol as tempting as the thought was.

Now normally Ebony was even tempered (such lies), but when it was hot and people just stuck around like barnacles to a ship, it would set off a certain rudeness in her. She folded her arms over her own busty, blue bikini clad chest and began tapping a sandaled foot in irritation. Try as she might, her anger got the best of her as she placed a glare towards Lucado. Of course he couldn’t see the slated glare due to her sunglasses, but one could just feel it. “Oi…mate, you ordering something else or you just gonna keep standing there making googly eyes at the vendor? Cause I would really like to get some water, if you lovebirds don’t mind?”

It was getting hotter and her current selection of clothing just wasn't cutting it. Fanning herself with a frenzied free hand, Lonni felt her camera gain a second skin of pure sticky sweat. A sense of dread made the poor woman want to curl up into a ball but the heat prevented it. To recede into the fetal position would be body temperature suicide!

"Alright then! I shall take my mind off this gods cursed heat and take out my frustration by taking mondo shots of photos! YAY LONNI!"

Pumping her fist in the air and completely oblivious to the fact that no one in this day and age wold be caught dead using the word 'mondo', the simple and plain looking photographer went into a photographing whirlwind. Her brown hair streamed out behind her like ribbons fluttering in the wind as the young timid woman went from booth to booth, snapping shots of the raevans and the jaw-opened admirers. Lonni was especially pleased with her ability to capture that look of raw awe on the looks of the booth customers, the mouth opened in that one 'O'.

As time sped by and the film was slowly (or speedily) used up, Lonni's burst of enthusiam died. Reduced down to a heap of 80% sweat 10% meek woman, and 10% other, Lonni crumbled down in the weak shade by a booth, hoping her presence would not be a nuisance to others.

"Thank you so much for cleaning him mam. If there's anything I can do to replay you I'll be more than happy to jump on the chance. When Rivener comes back and if he takes the stall back, I'll come visit the two of you at your stall and you can introduce me to your gwee," he finished, feeling terrible he'd called her gwee female. Bard had managed to assume that the woman was talking about a little girl instead of a fond nick name for a male pet. Not that it mattered, he'd already made a fool of himself.

At the introduction he happy gripped her hand within his own and shook it good naturedly, trying his best to keep from shaking Fangs awake in the process. "The name's Bard and it is a great honor that such a beautiful woman as yourself would think it fit to give a guy like me your name." After letting go of her hand he reached to his nose and prodded it lightly with a finger, biting back a wince of pain that it caused "Do I? I've never been punched in the face before so I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to look. I was just glad I didn't bleed all over the place."

The irritable woman that started grouching at Lucado brought Bard's attention back to his job, though it wasn't with a great deal of happiness. For one thing he was clearly trying to help customers at the moment, which was his job, and for another, were there no polite women at this event? The only one that seemed to have any manners was this Alex woman beside him. Any why the devil were they all in bikinis?!

"It's not a crime to chat with people miss but being rude is completely uncalled for. Water's fifty cents as it says on the sign. Would you like a straw with that?" Bard had a smile upon his face but it didn't speak the volumes of friendliness he'd been previously pouring out to Lucado and Alex. At Alex and Lucado's more or less escape from the woman, as it was clear they weren't leaving to just mill about else where, Bard's mood grew even more sour. "I'm sure I'll see you around cutie. You too Alex," he called to their backs jokingly and giving a wave before turning back to the woman with a blank look, waiting for her answer about straws.

This time, the blush showed. It showed even more at his compliment, which caused her to duck her head further. Even though she was more or less as red as she could be, she felt as though she would turn redder still. "You just...don't look like you were in a scuff," she mumbled, withdrawing her hand to pet Fangs again. Alex lifted her gaze to Lucado, smiling faintly at him. Leaning towards the blushing man, she murmured, "Don't worry about it too much...it seems like the heat is making a lot of people irritable."

Turning her attention back to Bard, she lifted her head to smile warmly at him. "That'd be nice...come by at least to get some aspirin, maybe Fangs will be awake by then." There, that wasn't so bad! Alex had to stop petting Fangs once more to pick up the bowls, expertly balancing the cat on her chest as she turned back towards Lucado, resting her smile upon him. "You're welcome to come as well. Since he'd like to see you again and all." The woman felt herself grinning again; perhaps it wasn't just Aphismet she liked to tease, perhaps it was shy men in general.

"There's shade there too." She wasn't trying to sweeten the offer, just put the man at ease. As she started back to her booth, she caught sight of a very worn out looking woman at the other side of the booth. "Bard?" she called back, hoping she wasn't interrupting again, "Can you bring this woman a water when you get a chance? I'll...pay for it soon." Meaning, when her breasts weren't acting as pillows. Alex smiled down at the woman with her camera, looking apologetic yet again, "I'd give you some myself, but my hands are, ah...a little occupied." Still supporting Fangs and grasping the bowls in her other hand, she must have looked quite silly.

"Enjoy the festival, and keep cool," she offered, unable to do much more than impart a little kindness. With a polite nod, she continued to her booth, relieved to see Lorenzo still beneath the tree and finishing up his treat. Alex was able to move quite carefully with the cat balanced on her cleavage, kneeling slowly to put a bowl down by Gwee and fill it with water from her previously discarded bottle. She did the same with the second bowl, putting it under her chair for the time being, since Fangs seemed to be sleeping contently. Sitting down once more, she slid down at an angle so the cat could continue to rest without her immediate support, resume her gentle stroking of his fur.