"To a degree. I'm no botanist though." Mayou waggles the gently smoking twig in her fingers to illustrate her point. "Whatever's in here isn't something you'd find in a spice rack or a seasonal foraging basket; that's the extent of my knowledge."
HA HA yeah... totally 100% legitimate non suspiciously sourced clothing here! Mayou's scrounged together a wardrobe that suits her tastes, a cute dress that suits the 1920s art deco theme with tasteful gloves and shoes. Perfect for blending in with a wild party, in her humble opinion.
"It's either sit and be miserable for however long this going to last, or have a good time and accept the consequences. So yes, I'm going to enjoy myself." In moderation, naturally, but Mayou meets his scornful look with a raised eyebrow and more than a little amusement. Brash, judgemental... not making a good impression of yourself there, Zoro. Coming from her of all people, that's something. "Not a clue where an exit might be, sorry. Front door's off limits for sure - some kind of ward. Get too close and it shoves you back in."
Getting to her feet, she leaves the remaining two-thirds of twig in a nearby ashtray (boredom smoking... how relatable) and dusts off her dress with a few brisk pats. "Feel like checking out the employee-only areas? There might be an exit back there somewhere, or getting food delivered in would be a royal pain in the ass."
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HA HA yeah... totally 100% legitimate non suspiciously sourced clothing here! Mayou's scrounged together a wardrobe that suits her tastes, a cute dress that suits the 1920s art deco theme with tasteful gloves and shoes. Perfect for blending in with a wild party, in her humble opinion.
"It's either sit and be miserable for however long this going to last, or have a good time and accept the consequences. So yes, I'm going to enjoy myself." In moderation, naturally, but Mayou meets his scornful look with a raised eyebrow and more than a little amusement. Brash, judgemental... not making a good impression of yourself there, Zoro. Coming from her of all people, that's something. "Not a clue where an exit might be, sorry. Front door's off limits for sure - some kind of ward. Get too close and it shoves you back in."
Getting to her feet, she leaves the remaining two-thirds of twig in a nearby ashtray (boredom smoking... how relatable) and dusts off her dress with a few brisk pats. "Feel like checking out the employee-only areas? There might be an exit back there somewhere, or getting food delivered in would be a royal pain in the ass."