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[untiltheyarent]

[Verbal correspondence and scenes only! Ya girl can't read.]

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[highborn]

Alright, admittedly, that's pretty cute. Being not quite clear on the rules of rambunctious puppy ownership, Vanadi steps carefully past the pair without engaging, headed for food storage. Over his shoulder, he says, "Then it's a pleasure to meet you, Satina. And you as well, ah ..."

Never did get her name, huh. Boy, old habit sure are easy to fall into.

[untiltheyarent]

"Fifi," she replies without thinking-- usually she starts out with Josephine, but, well, it always feels a little different introducing herself to other elves.

"Yourself?"

[highborn]

"Vanadi," he says, and considers adding the estate name, considers sweeping into a formal bow ... he eschews them both, and only adds a polite nod. "A rifter, though I imagine that's apparent."

Probably especially to an elf; he knows he sounds too posh for a city elf, and has no sign of vallaslin. He moves to one of the counters, beginning to sort idly through the day's ingredient options.

[untiltheyarent]

A smile quirks onto Fifi's mouth, and she nods-- it's true, his bearing more than anything is what marks him as Not From Around Here.

"How are you liking it?" she asks, slowly rising now that the puppy has calmed somewhat, "...our world." It still feels like such a strange thing to ask.

[highborn]

"Oh, I'm very much enjoying myself," he says as he scrutinizes a jar of jam, tone still idle, as if this is just some matter of no importance and not what occupies a huge portion of his thoughts. "I would be very pleased if I could manage to stay here long enough to die of war, or disease, or old age, or whatever."

[untiltheyarent]

"That much better!"

She's impressed. "For all our sakes, I hope none of those happen too soon."