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Sovann settled down a little at Okassis' words. Yeah, Kas was right. He was being a little ridiculous. Then when the girl's words sunk in, he realized her error. He couldn't help it. He burst out laughing. "Wait, wait... you thought I was railing against working? No, that's not what I meant at all. It's just that every holder I've met, every holder girl has had some big thing against honest work. They don't like to get their hands dirty when someone else can do the job. All kinds of drudges, and that nonsense." It was all nonsense of course, not that it mattered. "Really, it's not as though I am not used to that kind of thing myself, see?" He held out his hands which were so obviously rough from working that it was laughable to think that he had something against it.

You know, this was the perfect time to let things drop. I mean - perfect. If Okassis had been half the diplomat he was feigning to be (he figured that he could brush off getting hit by a girl if he explained he let her hit him to defuse the situation), he would have. But as he started following after the others, he couldn't help but to muse--

"I dunno. Hold life has always seemed soft to me. Too many dependencies, too many systems that you can't compete against. Hard to make a real man out of that sort of a world. Though it can happen, a'course," he added at the last second, grinning to Sovann. "Just pretty fardling rare."

"Yup, I'm Inaari! And as I said, depends on the Hold. Not all of us are rich and able to sit around taking nothing but pleasure all day. And I'd hit you again for talking about my Papa that way, but that's silly. Trust me, when we Impress, I'll show you my Cot. You'll see." Youth brought eagerness, and it didn't seem at all outlandish to think that not only would the three Impress at some point, but they would all be eager to see her home.

"I know a few fishercrafters, doubt any of them are yours. We're by the sea though, lots of fruits on the cot." The chatter navigated the trio safely to her small corner of the Lower Caverns, which was none too neat. "Now just wait here, and look like you're impatient or something, like someone is waiting on you." Rushing off, Inaari's hair streamed around like her own companion. Gathering up the ingredients in her arms, they were quickly separated onto the table.

In almost no time, it was dished out into three separate cups, and pushed into their hands. "Go on, try it! Though if you fall straight onto your back in shock, don't say I didn't warn you!"

Sovann, who knew Okassis' moods like the back of his hand, was struggling to keep his lips from twitching as he suppressed laughter. Scorch it, he shouldn't be laughing at Kas' misfortune, but oh it was so incredibly hard to contain himself. His lips twitched once more, coming dangerously close to reaching a smile, and he grabbed the mug of klah, taking a long gulp from it after he had blown on it enough to at least shield his virgin tongue from its scalding embrace. He all but choked, the expressions flitting across his face swiftly as he swallowed the fierce brew. "Shards and Shells, girl! Have you no tastebuds? That stuff could burn the tongue off of a wherry!" he exclaimed. He paused and swished some of the remaining klah around in his mouth. "... Not bad, though," he admitted, not wanting to seem too censorious of it. Not after the way she had responded to Okassis earlier. He certainly didn't need anymore bruises just yet.

"Well, it's certainly, uhm. Klah-ish," Okassis attempted to compliment her, setting the mug down and forcing a grin. The more he tried to smile to prove he liked it, though, the more painfully slanted his eyebrows grew. It was actually a little hard to believe he wasn't making the face intentionally, come to think of it....

"Of course, it would probably be better with our recipe."

Aaaand there it was.

If her eyes could roll any harder, they would probably be well on their way out of the Lower Caverns by their own physical power. This was going to be a sticking point, but really, she didn't mind too much. It was, after all, why she offered her help. Subtle attention was being attracted to the small group. Visitors to the young Holder were the rare side of uncommon, and the women seemed to be willing to overlook something minor at the moment.

It was perfect!

"Fine. Teach me! I can learn anything, and if mine isn't so good, we'll see how yours is. Maybe we can even find tasters to volunteer and we can see whose is better!" Pulling a leather thong from her pocket, Inaari bound her long hair back from her face, exposing her tender red skin to prying eyes. However, she took no note of it and put on quite a serious face.

"What's say we make it a full day so that we can gather up enough people to watch, and participate?" Sovann asked, concealing a sly grin. "That would give us a final say on whose klah was better, don't you think?" And oh, the trouble that they could rustle up in a day's time. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect. "I'm sure you've got work to do, Inaari, so if we do it this way, you can plan ahead of time, and we'll all be prepared. We'll be certain to make the best klah that way." Oh she was going to roast them when she found out! But it would be the most fun he had had in ages.