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Remia smiled, and picked up the wineskin, deftly opening it and refilling his cup. "I had a feeling you might run dry," she said, and waved a meatroll in front of the staring Oli, who almost, almost ignored it in favor of another go at getting the man to pet him.

She turned the plate of meatrolls around, and nodded at the side near Imrin. "I got the spicy ones, too, like you asked. And look! Bubblies!" she said cheerfully, and pointed at the two pies which were still lightly steaming. She was looking forward to that treat.

She broke up Oli's meatroll into pieces, and the little blue stuffed one of them in his mouth with a contented coo. Remia smiled at him fondly, and then asked Imrin, "You said you were a trader? Where do you usually travel?"

As she waited for an answer, she pulled one of the little meat pies towards her, and had to shake her hand afterwards. It had still been slightly too hot to touch barehanded. So she waited, making sure Oli didn't eat too fast, but keeping more attention on the man than the flit.

Remia tilted her head at the mention of switching caravans. She didn't know much about trading, other than the basics, but it seemed in her experience that trading caravans were usually family affairs. Or rather, that of several families together. She wondered what would make him leave, and if it would make him upset if she asked.

She took a bite of her meat pie, and swallowed before asking carefully, "Did you have trouble with the old one? Or is it of no real importance to switch? I mean... is it something that happens on a regular basis?" She was leaning slightly forward over the table, evidence of her interest in the conversation.

Imirin chewed slowly on one of the spicy rolls. A blast of vicious cursing would do him no good in this situation. Eventually he just shrugged, "Had some wagon trouble, old one left me here during the plague to die." He shrugged, "Hopin' I'd catch the blasted thing, they were. Jealous."

He resisted the urge to take a glance down her top as she leaned forward. Mightily resisted. Ah, more wine. He took a sip and managed a slight smirk. "Usually there ain't much switchin' goin' on. Might happen for a marriage, might be due to another area bein' a good market for what you sell." He shrugged, "Business, usually."

Remia's mouth dropped open a little in surprise. Left him here... to die? That was terrible. She wouldn't want to go back, either. She looked down at the table a moment, unsure what to say, then looked up and said, "I'm sorry to have brought it up, Imrin. I didn't know."

Oli picked up on her surprise and upset, and he spread his wings slightly, unsure what was wrong. He dropped the other half of his third meatroll and moved over to rub his head against Remia's hand.

She shook her head and calmed herself down, stroking his head before she took a bite of her meal and chewed slowly. She tried to think of something else to talk about. and ended up pulling from something he had said. "So what is that you sell?" she asked, hoping this was a tame enough subject.

Remia blushed a little at the tug on her hair. She knew he was just teasing, but she was a bit self-conscious about how unruly it was. However, it did have the desired effect on her mood, and she smiled at him through the curl that had fallen over her face when he let go.

"Oh, me? I'm... well, I was... a senior apprentice in the Weaverhall. I'm still trying for Journeyman, though, I just need to complete my senior project. It's a..." her voice dropped low, though her eyes took on a happy shine, "...shawl, with dragons ebroidered on, one of each color. I was going to gift it to the Weyrwoman... that is, if it gets approved," she amended with a roll of her eyes.

She sighed, then continued, "My only problem is which dragon color to put opposite the gold, which was supposed to be Ariath," she said. "I think I may put the bronze on the opposite and the brown nearest the queen," she said, and picked at the outside of a meatroll with a careful finger. It seemed to her to be the most fair placement, and the least likely to get her on someone's bad side. If anyone would even care.

At the encouragement and the offer, Remia brightened quite a bit, and flashed a happy smile. "Really? Thank you so much! That gives me one more reason to work as hard as I can on it," she said with a laugh. As if wanting her journeyman knots wasn't reason enough. And she wouldn't mind seeing the trader again, either.

She noticed the dwindling plate of meatrolls, and eyed the bubblies. "Looks like the bubblies are just about cool enough to eat without burning, now," she hinted, and picked a few crumbs left over from her meat pie from the plate.

Oli, meanwhile, had flown up to her shoulder, and was currently nesting across her shoulders, under her hair. His blue head peeked out the side nearest Imrin, and his green eyes whirled gently as he watched the human. He still wondered why he hadn't been payed attention to.

Remia looked over with interest. Fabric shipments? That could come in handy, if she were to make more...

"I might just be," she said with a smile, and an excited glimmer in her eyes. She had no idea how long trade negotiations took, though, so she wasn't set to get too excited over it, though the urge was tempting. Fabric shipments her father wouldn't have gone over first to send her what he thought was suitable for an apprentice! She knew she could do well on higher quality fabric... in fact, she was doing so. The shawl she was working on now wasn't something she would have considered giving to the Weyrwoman, otherwise.

"You wouldn't happen to be getting thread in that shipment, would you?" she asked, her voice low in volume, getting into the conspiratory spirit.