Catriona blinks at Rava, momentarily confused as to why payment would be discussed. Then she remembers where she is (or rather, isn't). With a sidelong glance at Xavena and Baraq's rather alarming table manners she is further jolted back to the present.
"Please, call me Cat. she says with sincere warmth.
"Yes, that pie smells lovely, thank you!" She pauses, then adds,
"Uhm, perhaps a small handful of nuts or grain for Chuck-Chuck?" indicating the squirrel.
She pays Rava for the elvish ice wine.
"Would you pour for us?" she asks Rolen sweetly like a courtier at a banquet. In truth, she was never permitted wine at the manor (nor attendance at any banquets or balls).
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