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You walk towards the Recreational Facility.

Recreational Facility

As massively scaled as the rest of the complex is, it should come as no surprise that the recreation hall is also huge. One end is taken up by a large swimming pool and diving tower. Small cabanas are erected nearby for ease in changing clothes. Another section of the bright and airy room is dedicated to various weight machines for use by various races. Some of them in fact are dizzyingly incomprehensible. Presumably -someone- knows how to use them. A sloping ramp leads up to a jogging track above the hall. The track is lined with large open windows that look out onto the atrium and its gardens. This room is usually occupied at all hours by someone or another looking for a bit of exercise.

(OOC Note: To set your room doing, try 'I'm blank'.)

Contents:

Corian, standing by the door.

Briga, standing by the door.

Kyara, doing calisthenics

Obvious Exits:

Atrium

You walk here from the Central Atrium.

Briga is in the pool, lazily doing the crawl.

Corian, her basket of papers and datacrystals held lightly in one hand, is apparently doing a bit of post-work exploration. Seeing just what this room is, however, she looks ready to move on. As she spots a familiar face, however, she pauses to watch.

Kyara spots Corian, and lifts her hand in a splashy wave. "Hey there! Join us?"

Corian moves close enough to the pool that the conversation need not be overly loud. There. She's joined them. With a pleasant murmured greeting, she pauses to glance about the room, looking perhaps a bit ill at ease.

Briga swims closer to the edge to consider the newcomer thoughtfully. With a smooth movement she is sitting on the edge of the pool. Amazing enough the swim did not dislodge any of her beads.

Kyara floats over to the edge of the pool to grin up at Corian. "Something wrong?"

Corian offers Briga a pleasant smile. "Good evening, ma'am. I'm Corian Treston." To Kyara, she shakes her head. "Thank you, no. It has just been something of a long day."

Briga offers a courteous bow, 'I am Briga Al-Saydun of Zaelta'

Kyara nods. "You oughta relax then. Come swimming or something."

Corian's pleasant smile becomes more so as she hears the name. "Ah, Delegate Al-Saydun. I wished to meet you. You are the one who did Kyara's lovely beadwork, yes?" She nods equably to Kyara's question. "I shall relax later. I just wished to learn somewhat about the layout of the Complex."

Nothing pleases a Zaeltan more than to have their handiwork praised, and Bri is no exception. She almost purrs her response, 'I did indeed.'

Kyara glances around. "Not much interesting about the layout, really."

Corian offers Briga a winning smile. "My compliments. It is quite lovely--as is the beadwork in your tail. Perhaps... could I see?" Kyara gets another amiable nod. "But I had not seen it--not this section, at least."

Briga isn't vain, not really...but she does enjoy when people recognize the beauty of her tail. She moves closer so that Corian may be able examine it easily.

Kyara mhmmms. "Nothing like first hand experience."

Corian bends down somewhat, that she might better inspect Briga's handiwork. "Quite lovely," she approves. "Such intricacy. You must be quite proud of it." Glancing at Kyara, she nods, with a quick smile. "Just so. And if I had not entered, we would not be conversing, and I would likely instead be somewhere alone. So I am grateful that I chose to explore."

You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.

Briga purrs softly, "Thank you"

Kyara tilts her head curiously. "You like talking to people that much?"

Corian offers Briga a short bow. "You are quite welcome." Straightening, she considers Kyara's question. "This conversation, unlike those I had during the day, makes very little demands. It is relaxing in and of itself."

Kyara purses her lips thoughtfully. "Not a challenging conversationalist, are we?"

Briga is still purring over the compliments as she pulls out a small brush and begins to carefully groom.

Corian says softly, though without undue haste, "I meant no disrespect. It is... soothing, perhaps."

Kyara nods with a slight smile. "Glad you can find something soothing. That's rare around here."

Corian nods her agreement to that. "For now, though," she says, with a smile, "I believe I should see if there is anything appealing in the dining facility."

Kyara's wrinkles her nose. "You're better off getting something to eat outside."

Corian tips her head fractionally to one side, silvery-blonde locks brushing lightly against one cheek. "Oh? Could you recommend a place, perhaps?"

Heren walks here from the Central Atrium.

Heren has arrived.

Kyara nods, resting her arms on the edge of the pool. "This little old man runs a sidewalk cafe down in the Java Quarter. Name of it's Brethren's. Filling, but light."

Briga is settles by the pool, purring as she grooms her tail.

Corian glances over and offers Heren a courteous nod as he enters, but it is to Kyara that she speaks. "Brethren's. And what sort of food do they serve there, please? Would it be possible to obtain a meal without meat?"

Heren saunters in, smoking a cigarette that smells like a cross between coagulated puke and six day old toe cheese. To make matters worse his personal body smell is somewhere between
'I-haven't-bathed-since-I-was-a-larvae' and
'I-bathed-once-in-a-past-life-but-it-was-in-someone-else's-spit'. He's also picking his nose and eyeing the female creatures with a lurid, 'god-I'm-one-hot-momma' expression. His pupils have shrunk to pin pricks, his eyes are so bloodshot that they seem to be engorged with ketchup, and his blackened tongue keeps flopping between his lips absently, hanging limply from his mouth like a dead thing.

Kyara sures. "They've got a salad bar that's supposed to be the best around. Not to mention a meatless lasagna."

If Briga notices the newcomer she certainly gives it no notice...her tail seems to have her entire attention now.

Corian inhales delicately and blinks once. "Or perhaps," she murmurs, "I shall dine later. But I will remember Brethren's when I do." She carefully does not look at Heren, absently straightening her skirt.

Heren begins to seriously examine his arm pit hair. No, really. He lifts up his arm, pushs back his sleeve, and presto! A veritable garden of black, tangled weeds. He sniffs it, contenting himself initially with olfactory sensation. After a moment it becomes apparent that he's hurting for something...deeper...because suddenly he plunges his tongue into his pit and begins to lick it vigorously. Death to the lice!

Kyara nods, keeping her eyes carefully on Corian. "Maybe you can drag Riley out there?"

Briga considers this for a moment, 'Do they serve fish?'

Corian glances towards Heren and offers delicately, "Sir? I do believe the dining facility is one door to the left of this one." She nods thoughtfully to Kyara. "I can try. He is being somewhat sensible about getting almost enough rest."

Kyara nods to Briga. "Sure they do. They got a wide variety." She beams at Corian. "You, my dear aunt-type, are a miracle worker."

Heren begins scratching himself furiously, still rooting around his armpit with his tongue. Mein Gott! Dat is niet goed! Carpe Diem! And any other random foreign sounding quote will also suffice to convey the sheer ugliness of what he's doing...simply because foreign quotes are never understood and are often just arbitrarily interpreted by our collective sick imaginations.

Corian chuckles very quietly at Kyara. "For now, I am able to use words that prod him into the appropriate action. If it continues, -then- I may, perhaps, be termed a miracle worker. But I will be content if Riley remains well."

Kyara hehs. "Oh, he will. We won't let him do otherwise, see."

Heren finishing his...er...whattheheckisitthathe'sdoing?....er....perhaps he's grooming? that's it. grooming. Ahem, the pose has been resumed: Heren finishes his /grooming/ and begins to look around, smacking his lips. He makes a sound that could only be verbally described by evoking the image of a hybrid between a chicken passing gas and an exceptionally loud opera singer comitting Hari Kari.

Corian ponders that for a moment, and shakes her head. "One cannot compel, though. One must make him see that it is in his best interests to remain well, and to try and see that he remember that fact even when he is busy." She looks like she's going to continue, but the sound from Heren cuts off any further speech. She blinks. Twice.

Kyara cocks her head. "Same thing."

Briga pauses to look over at the newcomer...then through him as if he had suddenly ceased to exist.

Corian looks somewhat puzzled. "But does not 'will not let' imply that he has no choice in the matter? Or do I misunderstand?"

Heren begins to writhe as though a bunch of red ants have somehow made their way into his undergarments. After a moment it becomes apparent that he's -not- convulsing in pain but actually...well...dancing. Dancing the way someone would dance if they wished to gain the absolute contempt and ridicule of those around him. But he...gawd...seems to think that his dancing is just the /bee's knees/, because he's giving a monster eye to every phemale thing within ten meters.

Kyara shrugs. "The point is, he's /got/ to do it. You've seen him... he looks like hell."

Though sounds may catch Corian's attention, the so-called dancing apparently does not. "He does," she agrees to Kyara. "And he is aware of this fact. He has good reason to get well."

Briga rises to her feet before offering Corian a dignified bow "I do hope to speak with you soon.' Turning to Kyara she offers the Stilvani a slight smile,'Thank you...But I must return to the hall. As she makes her way out, the only sign she gives of noticing the stranger is the wide berth she gives him on her way out.

Briga walks towards the Central Atrium.

Briga has left.

Heren realizes that his charms are lost on the group and quickly exits, looking huffy.

Heren walks towards the Central Atrium.

Heren has left.

Kyara nods. "Yeah, he's got Clara. Still doesn't stop him from overworking. Unless you mean you've /made/ him aware of it since you got here?" She gives Briga's back a smile.

Corian returns Briga's bow, then inclines her head, with a faint smile. "He has Clara, yes. He also has his family, which he has been neglecting somewhat. And he cannot remedy that until he is well."

Kyara frowns slightly. "You think he should visit the folks back home then?"

You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.

Corian nods, but chuckles very quietly. "I think he should, but I also think that he will not. I would be content if he were able to place a subspace call or two."

Kyara nods in relief. "Hmmm. I don't thnk that'd be too hard to convince him to do."

Corian shakes her head fractionally. "He must not do it yet," she says, with a faintly worried frown. "There are too many people who would worry too much, and come here. When he no longer... looks like hell, did you say? Then would be the time."

Kyara grimaces. "Okay, you've got a point there. For now... get him to write a letter or two?"

Corian nods once, with a quick smile. "Oh, he has been doing that, of course. But letters are not the same, and the family notices."

Kyara shakes her head wryly. "Whole family's full of folks with brains."

Corian pauses for a moment, then smiles, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes. "Thank you. I'm sure that the rest of us would be pleased to hear that."

Kyara shrugs. "Credit where credit's due. So. You still up for dinner?"

Corian ponders that for a moment. "I should eat, yes. Perhaps you would care to join me, if you've not yet dined? Breakfast and lunch may be eaten in solitude, but dinner is a meal to be shared."

Kyara nods, pulling herself out of the pool. Heading into a cabana, she calls over her shoulder, "That sounds like a quote."

Corian shakes her head fractionally, though you can't see the gesture. "It may be that I have read it somewhere and forgotten the source, but I believe that it is just an observation that I have made."

Kyara's chuckle floats out from the flaps of the little shelter. After a moment- she's a fast dresser- she emerges in her street clothes carrying a carisak. "Did you want to try Brethren's then?"

Corian nods once, a brief, graceful gesture. "That sounds like an excellent idea, yes. It has been some time since I have had a good vegetable lasagna."

Kyara beams, starting to lead the way out. "Great! Nobody does nithril better than Brethren's."

[Travelspam deleted. Scene resumed in the Java Quarter.]

Corian says pleasantly, near-gliding on the cobblestoned walkway, "I have not tasted nithril, but it is good that you have found a place that prepares it to your satisfaction."

Kyara weaves her way through the crowds, flashing a quick grin over her shoulder. "Actually," she admits, "There's lots of places around here that have learned to prepare decent Stilvani food, but Brethren's is the best, see. Ah, here we are." She bounces up to a fruit tree-shaded set of tables and chairs gently spreading out over the sidewalk.

Corian makes a tentative move towards one of the tables, one hand lifting in a gesture of suggestion. (No, it's not a suggestive gesture.) "It isn't surprising that there should be such varied cuisine, here," she murmurs, mostly to herself. "Perhaps, when there is time," she adds, a bit more conversationally, "I will have a chance to explore the eateries."

Kyara grins, settling herself at the table. "It'd certainly be an exercise in practicing the different languages."

Corian slides gracefully into a chair, a very quiet sigh escaping her. At your words, however, she smiles. "There is that. I had not considered that. Though it would surprise me to find restaurants from the worlds whose languages I should practice the most."

Kyara peers atyou closely. "Tired?" She's distracted, however, as the waitress comes over with a friendly smile, and rattles off an order for nithril steaks and orange soda.

Corian places her own order--that vegetable lasagna and a berry juice common on some Edreeni worlds. "A bit tired, yes. But it is of no matter. With a bit of sleep, I'll be ready for work in the morning." After a brief, thoughtful pause, she inquires, "Do you know Doctor Aleron very well?"

Kyara nods slightly to acknowledge the first statement, then smiles at the mention of the doctor. "Clara? Mmm, fairly well, I suppose. Why do you ask?"

Corian rests her hands lightly on the table, fingers interlacing delicately. "She and I spoke somewhat yesterday, and I was unsure if she was trying to make a point, or just passing conversation."

Kyara chuckles. "Could be both. Clara does often have a point to make."

Corian smiles at that, with a brief nod. "Well," she says thoughtfully, "If she wished to make the point, I will just have to wait and see if she continues, I suppose."

Kyara mmms, "What point do you think..." She pauses as the drinks arrive. "Do you think she was trying to make?"

Corian murmurs her thanks to the waiter, shifting to fold her hands around her glace. "It is not important," she says lightly, her tone polite and perhaps a bit dismissive. "It is likely that I am seeing a problem where there is none."

Kyara snorts softly. "I doubt it. Even Tara says you're too smart." She shrugs lightly. "But as you will. How're you finding the place so far?"

Corian's brows lift delicately. "Too smart?" she inquires. She shakes her head fractionally, then. "And I am finding that I like it here. Perhaps, when my contract is up, I shall see about renewing it." She smiles, then, and pauses to sample her juice. "But that is quite some time in the future."

Kyara nods, popping open her soda can. "I can't imagine ever leaving here."

Corian inquires curiously, "Have you lived many places, then?"

You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.

Kyara shakes her head. "Only Hunnian before this. I'm afraid my experiences are rather limited."

Corian ahs softly, with a quick smile. "And you have no desire to leave? Interesting." And she's not just saying that, her tone actually does convey interest. She adds thoughtfully, "I was near your age, I believe, when I started my own travels."

Kyara shrugs. "What can I say? I like it here. I like the people here. Most of 'em, anyhow. i'm afraid I'm rather the homebody." She cocks her head curiously. "How long ahve you been travelling then?"

Corian takes a moment to consider. "Approximately ten years," she says finally. "I started the month after I completed tertiary education."

Kyara grins. "Didn't waste any time, did ya? That must've been awfully exciting."

Corian chuckles quietly, though she nods her agreement. "I was offered a fellowship upon graduation, so I was not given much choice as to my time of departure. And parts of it have been exciting, of course, but others have not been--as with anything."

Kyara hmmms. "Just gotta get through the boring parts to get to the good stuff, neh?"

Corian nods once. "Just so," she says, with a smile. A waiter comes closer with a tray, and that attracts her attention, especially as it seems to be the food destined for this table. "And good," she says, as she shifts back to allow the waiter to place the food, "Does not necessarily equate exciting." She adds a quiet thankyou to the waiter.

Kyara beams as the food arrives, absently paying for it. Corian gets a blink. "It doesn't?"

Corian's brows lift at the rapid payment. "You must allow me to reimburse you for this," she says, with a gesture towards her food. "And I would say not, though I suppose it depends on how you consider each word. That is the sort of decision each person must make. But there are some things I have experienced that I would consider exciting if I had, say, read about them. Experiencing them, however, is quite different." Having made such a speech, it shouldn't come as a surprise that she takes a sip of her juice.

Kyara shakes her head with a smile. "I owe you much. The least I can do is paay for dinner." Absorbing that, she has to ask, "Such as what sort of thi... " Then she stops, and nods. "Yes, I think I know what you meant. Hiding out from terrorists sounds nice and exciting, but it /wasn't/."

Corian inclines her head. "Exactly. Just so." She pauses to sample her lasagna, then nods once more in apparent approval. "That is the sort of experience you would not wish to repeat, yes?" With a quick, curious smile, she inquires, "And how have I indebted you, Kyara?"

Kyara shakes her head, slicing raw steaks into neat bitesize pieces. "If I never do anything like that again, it'll be too soon. Oh," she gestures vaguely with her knife, "For helping to get Riley to relax."

Kyara shakes her head, slicing raw steaks into neat bitesize pieces. "If I never do anything like that again, it'll be too soon. Oh," she gestures vaguely with her knife, "For helping to get Riley to relax."

Kyara shrugs, smiling. "Well, I feel indebted to you, nonetheless. I'd hoped Clara would be enough to get him to see reason, but, well, that didn't seem to do the trick."

Corian observes softly, "Riley can be stubborn sometimes. I am sure Clara does her best, though, and I merely have picked more opportune times to bother him." She samples the garlic bread that came with the lasagna, nodding thoughtfully. "And he knows," she adds, lifting her gaze, "That I will not leave him alone until he is himself again. My brother is not the only stubborn member of our family."

Kyara grins, chewing thoughtfully on a piece of steak. "Y'all must have the most interesting parents."

Corian smiles fondly at that, idly dipping the garlic bread in a bit of sauce. "Our mother is quite stubborn, yes. I've never met Riley's father, though." After a brief pause, she inquires curiously, "Is Niko stubborn as well? I've not yet had the opportunity to meet him."

Kyara considers that for a moment. "I'm not sure stubborn is the right word, though I daresay he could be. Persistent, definitely."

Corian's lips quirk fractionally. "And breakable, I've heard--from everyone except you, I believe. Or did you tell me that as well? Sometimes, it is difficult to keep track."

Kyara giggles, shaking her head. "Nope, I didn't say that. I wouldn't, lest he hear about it. I, however, do not consider him to be among those I can break."

Aliana arrives from the Massive Open Air Pavilion.

Aliana has arrived.

Corian's brows lift as she finishes a bite of lasagna. "Other people break him? Does this occur frequently? It was my understanding that he managed the breakages on his own--or, perhaps, with the assistance of rollerskates."

Roland arrives from the Massive Open Air Pavilion.

Roland has arrived.

Roland nonchalantly follows Ali in, with or without her knowledge of him.

Kyara chuckles. "He's had his share of breakage both self-inflicted and outwardly so." She pauses to nod to Ali and Roland in greeting. "But then, he does his own breakage of others too."

Aliana wanders into the Java Quarter. She heads to a couple of shops..disappearing for a few moments before emerging. After each stop her pack is a wee bit heavier...Poor Roland, what an exciting thing ;)

Corian follows Kyara's gaze and echoes the nod, though she looks rather puzzled by the Stilvani woman's words. "Could you explain this in more detail, perhaps?"

Kyara grins. "Just ask him about Kaycen's, um, wrist, I think it was. And I /think/ he came close to breaking me once. At least, if he didn't, he certainly fooled me."

Aliana emerges from the last shop and happens to see Roland,'Hello'

"You?" Corian looks mildly nonplussed, setting aside her fork in favor of the juice glass.

Roland waves and his player bangs his head against the wall.

Kyara mhmms, blushing a little. "For turning Riley green."

Corian is really having quite the day. "Turning Riley green," she repeats slowly. "I believe I heard something about that, but he never actually mentioned details." With a faint chuckle, she adds, "Of course, this was our first evening, and he was telling me about far too much else, as well."

Aliana finally sees the two and pads over with a grin, "Hello" She does happen to overhear the greening comment, and she turns a nice shade of red. Is Christmas over already?'

Kyara nods a little. "I, uh, spiked his coffee with a local concoction and took off for boot camp. It kicked in when Nick accidentally shot him with a tangler, and, needless to say Nick felt awful. I got an earful when I got back."

Corian offers Aliana a pleasant smile that is, perhaps understandably, somewhat distracted. "Riley drinks coffee?" she murmurs, mostly to herself. "How remarkable. And Niko shot Riley. And arrested him." She adds a quiet phrase in that tantalizing blend of Edrilac and Standard, then inquires of Kyara, "And this is when he almost broke you?"

Aliana offers helpfully, "I provided the concoction"

Kyara nods almost imperceptibly, looking very sheepish. "Nick's quite scary when he wants to be. And, uh, I don't think Riley has had a drop of coffee since. Don't quote me on that."

Aliana indicates an empty seat, "May I?"

Corian offers Aliana a thoughtful look. "Because you thought it would be amusing?" she inquires. Her manner is not judgemental, and she nods, with a graceful gesture towards the chair. She nods to Kyara as well. "A useful skill to have," she suggests, with the faintest of smiles.

Aliana sighs softly,"Its my fault, actually..I did the same thing to my Craftmaster's dragon. Pink. He deserved it."

Kyara laughs wryly, taking a moment to scarf down some more steak. "Nick has my utmost respect now, you can believe that. He's scarier than Riley."

Corian blinks at Aliana for a moment, lightly wiping her fingers on her napkin and then placing said napkin on the table. She's still got a reasonable amount of food on her plate, but apparently she's not goint to finish it. "A pink dragon. What color was the dragon before the pinkness?" Kyara's words get another blink, and a look that holds a hint of surprise. "Riley can be... well, I wouldn't call him scary, but I've also not had that directed at me. Intimidating, perhaps."

Kyara mumbles something, swallows a mouthful of meat, and notes, "Exactly. He's not scary. I'm not even sure about intimidating. He's... he /can/ be... quite forceful."

Aliana looks at her necklace for a moment before explaining. "See, the craftmaster and his dragon have a slight weight problem. He couldn't hunt for his food anymore. So, it was easy to add the herbs to the food Islien brought for him.'She pauses as she considers, "I suppose unless you have met Sirgar and his dragon, you wouldn't understand. But his dragon has lost weight and can hunt for himself'

Corian nods agreeably to Kyara, then shifts to rest her chin in a cupped hand, expression gradually growing a bit tired. "Forceful, yes. A good word." Her gaze slides towards Aliana, and she inquires, "Was this the intended result of the dyeing?"

Kyara peers at Corian, murmurs softly to herself, and glances toward Ali to hear the answer to that one.

Aliana notes the expression with a bit of concern, "Are you alright?" She asks before hearing the question, as she does her shoulders slump and she shakes her head. "No, Ma'am"

Corian, with a dismissive flick of her fingers and a quick smile, says, "I am well, just tired." There is a murmur about not being as young as she used to be, her tone suggesting that this phrase is often repeated. Straightening somewhat, she adds, to Aliana, "Well, then, how fortunate that there was such a result."

Aliana chuckles rather ruefully, 'I have hung up my pranking...I no longer find the effects as amusing.'

Kyara wags a finger at Corian. "You're just like your brother. /You're/ not supposed to push yourself too hard either."

Corian nods thoughtfully to Aliana. "If you are no longer amused, then there is little point to pranking." Kyara's words elicit a quiet chuckle. "I spend all day sitting. This is pushing myself too hard?"

Aliana wrinkles her nose at the last,'I find that even more exhausting than a day working outside.'

Corian offers Aliana a quick smile. "Ah, but I would not. I find my work fascinating, which makes it fortunate that it is my work."

Aliana nods her head quickly, 'What do you like best about it?'

Kyara chuckles. "When you're tired, and resisting bed, yes, you're pushing yourself."

Corian's tone implies that she is quoting something. "I work with language. I love the flowers of afterthought." With a quick smile, she adds, "It is challenging, you see, finding the proper words. And it allows me to learn more and grow more." She pauses a beat at Kyara's words. "A good point. But there are times when there is no other alternative."

Kyara gives a curious look, and sits back, pushing her plate aside. "Is now one of those times? If so, why?"

Corian shakes her head. "Now is not," she says, her smile holding a hint of reassurance. "Now I am simply enjoying myself."

Kyara chuckles. "Putting off sleep for that, that I can understand."

Aliana seems to be mulling this over then a smile fills her face. "Always learning?'

Corian flickers a quick smile to Kyara, then nods to Aliana. "Quite. I am not sure how much that will continue, but I had that opportunity in the past." She stretches carefully, finally lifting her chin from her hand.

Kyara smiles. "Plenty of opportunities around here. Or so I've been told."

Aliana nods her head in agreement,almost eager to present. "I would be more than happy to take you on a tour of Linnae."

Corian blinks at Aliana. "It seems," she ventures, "That a tour of the planet could take longer than I have available, having recently come to this position." Kyara's words get another quick smile. "That is good to hear."

You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.

Kyara grins. "Actually, you'd be surprised. Islien can at least show you the mountains. They're worth seeing."

Aliana nods her head quickly,'It could be just a trip here and there...Not all at once.'

Corian nods to both younger women. "I would be quite grateful for that, thank you, Aliana," she says, with a smile. "And my thanks to Islien, as well." After a brief pause, in which she looks somewhat more tired, she says, "And I think, perhaps, that it is time I seek my bed. Many thanks for your company, and for the meal, Kyara." A quick word to the waiter gets the rest of the lasagna boxed, likely for lunch tomorrow or some such.

Aliana stands and offers the liguist a bow, 'Sleep well.'

Kyara nods quickly, offering a smile. "Anytime. I enjoy your company."

Corian gets slowly to her feet, absently straightening her skirt with a light hand along her hip as she does so. She returns Aliana's bow with a quick smile, which she extends to Kyara at her words. "Have a nice evening, both of you. And if you see my wayward brother roaming about, please tell him it's time for him to sleep, as well." With a quiet chuckle, she gathers up the basket, and takes her leave.
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