Scene #3807: Valentine's Day At Lute's Place

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Lute	Lute's home is located in Phenac City, the oasis in the desert that is Orre. His home is, generally, fairly open to the public. He usually tries to keep the exact location hidden from certain people, such as those in the Union. But, he doesn't go too far out of his way. It'd be a simple effort for nearly anyone to discover where he lives, with some effort. Even the party is rather easy to learn of. Lute has talked about it here and there about hosting the party, publically enough that nearly anyone could learn of it... and potentially crash it. His house is a rather simple home, the front door of which is currently open. A simple heart-shaped balloon is hanging outside the door, to alert people to it being the place of the party. Inside, his living room is really decked out. Pink and white streamers hang all over the place, pink and white balloons all throughout. Flowers fill nearly every corner of the room, mostly an assortment of roses. Lute and Harp are present, of course. Both of them are sitting on couches in Lute's living room, set up around the table. Harp is wearing her standard outfit. Black leather pants, a black halter top, and her hair in ringlets. She is also facepalming. Because Lute is wearing tight pink shorts, and has switched out to wearing a pink labcoat for the day. Pink, with hearts on it. Yeah, he's really going all out.
Sanary Rondel	Sanary, as usual, arrives fairly early for the festivities. She's not one to make friends wait, especially if she's in charge of bringing all sorts of terribly unhealthy food! It's the sort of stuff one would expect to find on the streets of Chinatown: Vegetable spring rolls, dumplings, fried chicken bits, and cuttlefishballs with homemade curry. Just because she doesn't know what the hell a cuttlefish is doesn't mean she can't enjoy it! It's hard for her to miss Lute's home, of course, between being one of the few places in the desert that isn't a FREAKING DESERT and the streamers. Arriving in a more simplistic t-short and shorts combo, the cleric strolls on up to the open door and gives it a light knock to announce her presence before waving at the two on the couch. "Heeey, you two. I brought the usual!"
Mairead Sandilands	Mairead is adjust her skirt as she looks at her outfit, "It's a beautiful dress," she comments and has to do somethig special for Rarity who made it for her. "I cannot believe I am wearing this," she adds as she looks around and is glad she has no weapons on her, since she is a guest and weapons are not common at a party, unless you are a guard. Then there will be weapons. Granted, she is armed, but that is due to her IS, and well it is always with her, even if not visible. Spotting the balloon, she gets out of the vehicle and paid for it from the driver who whistled at her and she sighs, "Ye do that again, and ye will be missing a few teeth," she comments as the taxi drives off, "This is why I do not wear a dress, not show skin," she comments as she adjusts the bolero jacket as best as she can. She looks at her outfit again as she adjusts things one last time and walsk up to the door. Once at the door, she thinks and knocks as she waits for it to open. It is not polite to enter ones home without being allowed in. And she is gonna do her best to keep everything polite with the host. "Maybe I should have brought a gift or some food?" she ponders to herself as she looks around, . o 0 (I hope no one I know sees me. I doubt I ould explain my appearance.) she thinks as she normally has her long hair braided and not in a ponytail and it is still long, ending just past her bottom. Plus she normally has leggins on, but is going sans leggingsand she is without her sgian dubh, which goes everywhere with her. Although she knows that she is not without it, but it is not where it normally is kept, in the legging under her School Uniform skirt. Still, she looks at the area and wonders what else is here, cause she has a feeling of being watched...
Lima Ultimos	Lute's pretty famous in the Multiverse! As such, sometimes people hear about his exploits, and sometimes they talk about things they learn where they don't think anyone cares, like pubs. The rumor of a Valentines Day party at his house in Phenac City was being discussed around the pub, and to some people who love crashing parties, but haven't done so in over a century, this is too good to pass up. Even if they have no idea what Valentines Day is or what they're getting themselves into! Also, sometimes that person who found out is actually an undead pirate. The captain of the Coma Navaja, the massive ghost brigantine, Lima Ultimos stands at the head of his ship as it flies through the sky, likely bringing gawking due to its size, speed, and proximity to the ground. Taking a short rotation over the city, the ship suddenly approaches Lute's house...before landing slowly in the street. And accidentally tipping a parked car over. Woops! Leaping off the bow of the ship, now that the ship is close enough to the ground to not cause injuries for the resiliant captain, Lima lands on his feet, before shouting up to his crew. "Pick me up in five hours! Even if the party already be over by then, I'll be exploring this here city until then!" One of the crew members proceeds to take the helm, before the ship proceeds to take off. Turning up to his ship, Lima Ultimos speaks like one would to their loved one. "Be good, sweetheart! Don't be getting any scratches or injuries, ye hear? I'll be back at yer helm later tonight, rest assured!" The Coma Navaja makes loud creaking noises, as it finally sets off towards the warp gate. Standing tall, with snake-like gray skin, curly uncut golden blonde hair held by a straw tricorne, and matching gray eyes, Lima Ultimos doesn't look human. He's rather thin, appears to be in his early 40s, and has long claws and massive 'drill bit mixed with an ice cream cone' shaped horns protruding from his forehead. Carnivorous flowers protrude from his right shoulder down into his forearm, alive and hungry. He wears a long, very ratty cloak in black and green over a long sleeved tunic, has a pair of mid-length trousers with an incredibly fancy belt buckle, and an odd pair of sea boots; the left one shaped like a wedge. A sword is strapped to his side, four pistols to his chest, a musket rifle to his back, and a blunderbuss beneath it, with a dagger at one of his legs. Approaching the house, Lima Ultimos tips his head at Mairead as he sees her, before waiting with her next to the door. His voice is not at all mechanical or typewritery, unlike what it sounds like on the radio, so one might not recognize him! "Ahoy, lass! Ye here for the Valentines' Day party? Mind if I wait with ye? It'd be rude to just walk in, after all." Knocking once at the door, Lima Ultimos waits quietly. And then he realizes the door is cracked open, which is explicit 'come in!', especially now that he knocked. Sliding the door open, the pirate walks in, wipes off his boots at an appropriate place, and then looks around to find the host, before smiling cheerfully as he approaches. "Ahoy! I thank ye for hosting this party! I be Lima Ultimos, and I be here to crash it. Do ye mind if I ask ye where the food is? I apologize for not bringing anything, I was pressed for time, but if ye end up ordering anything up, I'd be prepared to pay for it to make up for my lack of provisions. Again, it's a pleasure to meet ye!" And then, as quickly as he came in, Lima Ultimos searches around for the kitche, to rummage around and find the food. Politely, of course.
Lute	Lute gets up off the couch as Sanary arrives, practically jumping as he does so. He walks over casually, moving a hand through his hair to flip some of it out of his face. It being Valentine's Day, Lute is going to give very much the same greeting to any woman he encounters today. He leans in, and gives Sanary a kiss upon the cheek. With that, he takes a moment to help her lay the supplies upon the table. He even takes one of the fried chicken bits and pops it in his mouth, enjoying it briefly. "Glad you could make it, Sanary~. I know a lot of people are busy today, so not sure how many people will be here." And then, Mairead arrives. A woman, who Lute does not recognize. A woman he is not familiar with. He put invites out in a lot of places, a number of which were even online. He half-expected some strangers to show up. But, it's still a surprise. He walks over towards the open door, to greet her as well. "Mm. I don't think I've made your acquaintance. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lute, and I am the host of the party. A pleasure to have you here, miss." And then, just as he kissed Sanary in greeting? Lute moves his arm forward, to wrap around Mairead's waist. And then he moves in quickly, his lips going for hers, as he tries to kiss her. He's even going to the full lengths of dip-kissing her, lowering her down. The first kiss is always the most important, even if it is almost certainly unwelcome. But even as he is trying to give Mairead a passionate kiss, his eyes are turned to the ship that just suddenly lands, hits into a car, and flies off. He stares blankly towards Lima, before standing tall and straightening out to greet him. He really has no idea who this man is. But, he is obviously a pirate. He has to be, right? "...Did I invite you to this party?"
Sanary Rondel	Sanary's become accustomed to Lute's typical greeting style, and she moves in to return the kiss on his other cheek before they get that food on the table. "Thanks for the invite. Haven't had a chance to just relax in a while, sothis'll be a nice change. Ah. Sounds like we've got..." Turning to the door, she raises an eyebrow and snickers at his attempt to put the moves on Mairead. The cleric doesn't seem bothered in the slightest, although she does give Harp a glance before starting to count on her fingers as if she's waiting for something. Lima's entrance, meanwhile, draws a wary look from her at first until her introduces himself. "... Oh! You're that pirate guy from the public channel. Hey. I'm Sanary. Good to finally meet you." Still counting with the same hand in five second increments, she fishes out a spring roll from one of the bags and munches on it. "Didn't know you'd be coming to this. Didn't know Lute... Uh." Her gaze shifts back to Lute, an amused grin on her face. "... You two met somewhere else, I'm guessing?"
Mairead Sandilands	Mairead blinks as she ehars the car alarm going off at the same time as the nose of somethign landing and sees a ship, "Faith begora..." she mentions in her scottish accent. Blinking at the person that just jumped off the ship she look at him and then at the ship and raises an eyebrow. Turning as the ship leaves, Mairead's watches and just blinks again, "A flyingship..." she comments as she turns to Lute and then back at the Captain as he tspeaks to her, "Aye, ye can wait with me," she mentions, then he walsk on in, "But the host ahs not arrived at....the..." and she looks at Lute and smiles She curteise's as she speaks, "A pleasure Mr. Lute. My name is Mairead Sandilands," she says as she stands back up and receives a kiss on the lip and she blinks as she is dipped and then when she is back up right, to her five foot six inch height that is, she blushes, "Thank ye for the invite sir," she comments as she coughs, "I heard about it from the radio, and I am new to the Multiverse," she says. "I have only been here about three weeks and ......" and she looks around. . o 0 (Wait, was that suppose to happen?) she thinks as she looks around and walks in after the introduction. Looking at Lute, she walks in and nods to all her, "May the lord bless all in this house," she says to those here as she knows the different phrases her she heard her father speak to people since he is from Ireland and he tends to do that, as he is a Catholic priest. Nodding to people here, she smiles, "Hello, how areye?" she asks everyone. "I did not know what to bring, so I am not prepared, and I have nothing to provide int he way of food or drink," she adds.
Lima Ultimos	Stopping his walking away as Lute stands up to greet him, Lima Ultimos stretches out a hand to shake, tipping his head in greeting. "Nah, ye didn't. We never be meeting before today, Mister...Lute, I think! I be hearing about yer party at a pub, and as the pirate who crashed the premiere of Salome, I had to be seeing this, otherwise my partycrashing skills would get rusty! After all, a party is not a party unless it been crashed!" Lima Ultimos proceeds to bow his head to the others, as he walks around, before approaching Sanary in investigation. "Aye, ye be that recruiter girl! It be a pleasure to finally meet ye in person! They'd say small world, but we all know it ain't really that small!" Turning back to Harp and Lute, Lima Ultimos looks like he almost forgot something. "Aye! I wanted to thank ye for hosting this party oncemore! I am truly honored to be crashing it today, fer it seems like a wonderful little party I ain't been invited to! I'll try and be as respectful as yer home as possible, I promise on me life!" Finally replying to Mairead, Lima Ultimos tips his head as he responds. "May the lord bless all in this house! I apologize for not waiting too long with ye, girl, but I hope we can start our introduction over again. I be Lima Ultimos, the Revenant Spaniard, the Terror from Bermuda! It be a pleasure!"
Mairead Sandilands	looks at Lima, "Ah, ye the pirate that arrived a week ago we hear on the radio," she says. "It is a pleasure sir,I am Mairead Sadilands of Clan Sandiland," she mentions with her scottish accent. "Ye be an odd pirate, as most are known through history to be wanting loot and to terrorize people," she adds as she remembers that part of her history class. "This would be me first time meeting a pirate and one that is um...undead," she adds as she looks around.
Lute	Lute just keeps staring at Lima fora moment. He had heard that Lima is crashing the party, but it takes til the second time for him to actually process it. He just looks completely blank, and confused. He remembers some of his idle curiousities about piracy, ideas about getting his own ship and going wild on the high seas. But now that feels incredibly silly, having met someone who is, in fact, some sort of... monster-pirate? "...Well. Urm. Yes. Feel free to crash the party. I mean, I guess it's only... fair?" He isn't sure how to put it, but he is not going to say 'no' to the guy who is armed to the teeth. He stays close to Sanary for now, though one of his hands lingers on Mairead's lower back before he moves to join Sanary near the table. He shakes his head a little at Sanary, "Don't think I even talked to the guy. ...But. Oh well. At least we have plenty of food?" He actually hadn't expected many men to crash the party. This is Lute. He specifically invited only women. He gives a smile over towards Mairead, looking her over a bit. She seems surprisingly reserved for someone who came to such a party. But, she didn't protest a kiss. That is always a sign. He's so used to women tossing him into the wall when he kisses them for the first time. "So. New in the Multiverse, eh? Picked a good place to come and visit. You should maybe even think about joining the Confederacy. It's a pretty great organization." Harp, meanwhile, is staying back. And facepalming. She should have known this would be chaos. She sighs, though, leaning back, and deciding to just watch the chaos occur for a moment.
Mairead Sandilands	Mairead looks at Lute and blinks, "Sorry, but I am with the Union," she states adn then blinks, "I didn't knew this was a party for members of the Confederation," she comments and has no idea who Lute is. "I can leave if I am not allowed to be here," she comments to Lute and the others here. She can guess that Mr. Ultimos is not part of the Confederation, but she is not sure of the others. ALthough, this is more like an open party, so it might be ok for her to stay, cause she is not really in any mood to get into a fight. Especially in the home of someone who is having a party, cause that is being rude. For now, she moves and gets a glass of water as she returns and takes a drink of it.
Sanary Rondel	Did... Did Lute actually succeed with that? On a complete stranger, even? Sanary's looking quite surprised at that, her gaze shifting from Mairead to Harp before shrugging and putting her counting hand down. Good to meet you, Mairead. Name's Sanary. Interesting accent you got there." She flashes the IS user a brief grin, weighing her options for a moment before deciding against it. Maybe if there's some drinking later. For now, she turns to Lima and gives him a quick nod, not looking all too bothered by his appearance. She's still eating, even! "That's right. Yeah, for all the... How big the multiverse is, it's pretty easy to run into the people we hear on that channel. But yeah, have fun, eat up. Just don't make too much of a mess." Chuckling again, Sanary seats herself at the table and finishes off a spring roll before looking over at Mairead and Lute again. "Eh, it's a party, and you're hot. Doubt anyone'll mind too much." She scratches her chin lightly for a moment, then shrugs. "... Why is that, anyway? There's way too many hot Elites."
Mairead Sandilands	looks at Sanary and blinks, "Oh I am not hot," she says to her. "I did not have a dress for the party," and she looks. "A friend of mine made this for me..." she adds as she looks at it. "I am stil not use to dresses, but me skirt is to my knees and I normally wears leggings with my school uniform," she adds as she is still in school. nodding, she smiles, "Aye, I am from Scotland," she mentions. "The town of Torphichen. Me mum is the clan Chief, while me father is a priest," she mentions to Sanary.
Lute	A glance is given towards Mairead, and hten Lute smirks a little. In most cases? He doesn't trust the Union. But, this member is being rather straightforward about it, and certainly seemed like it is just a rookie mistake they made. So, while many others crashing his party would cause him to get angry? This, he'll permit. "...Yeah. You're fine for now. Buuuut, no guarantees you'll be welcome back here in the future. After all, we might end up on opposite sides in a battle someday, eh?" And then Sanary brings up the hotness of Elites. Lute shrugs a little, shaking his head, "Ehh, there are a lot of average ones. But, it's worth keeping in mind, there are so many magical and technological methods of increasing one's hotness. So, even if people start off sort of 'meh', they can start looking better, easily." Lute then takes a few steps over towards Mairead, putting an arm around her. He tries to pull her in close to Sanary as well, so that he can have an arm around each of them. Keeping them both way too close. He smiles a little, down at Mairead, "...But, mmm. Daughter of a priest and a chief? With parents so highly regarded, I usually see the kids being a bit more... Crazy and wild." He neglects to correct her on what 'hot' means. She might pick up the context with time.
Mairead Sandilands	Nodding, Mairead blinks, "Aye," she says. "Most daughters of clan Chiefs are usualy married to other clans so that they can become kinsfolk and the smaller of the two clans become a sect to the larger," she states. "My clan is a Sect of Clan Douglas, which is a large clan and has been one for a few centuries," she says. "Me ancestor, James de Sandilands married Elenor Douglas, the only daughter of Sir Archibald Douglas, Regent of Scotland in the 1300s, right after the War for Scotland Independence," she says to them as she looks at Lute, "If that happens, I hope that we can still be friends," she says with a shrug.
Sanary Rondel	Sanary raises an eyebrow slowly at Mairead's response, holding back a snicker once she realizes what it is Mairead's getting at. That certainly doesn't remind her of herself back in the day. "Well, it looks good on you. Never heard of Scotland, though." A small shrug later, and she slides off her seat to go along with Lute to lean against him with Mairead nearby. "I've thought about upping my hotness levels somehow. Just.. Don't really know what I'd work on first." She flicks her hair to attempt a hair flip, but it's clear she hasn't practiced those much. She's certainly seen them, but some of it'll probably just end up getting in her mouth. "Maybe a color change..?" She blinks slowly again when Mairead speaks of her lineage, a blank stare eventually crossing the healer's face. "That so...? Hmm. Well, it's a shame you're not with the Confederacy. We appreciate all sorts of talent, you know, and we'd be able to help you use it for the better of... Everyone, really. If you ever change your mind, then."
Lute	Lute looks down at Mairead, smiling still. Thoughts travel through his head at a fast speed. He's arguing with himself, the two halves of his mind debating. Part of him wants to offer the friendship, even though it has backfired so many times. The other half wants to reject. Eventually, though, a compromise is made. They'll fake a friendship, and use her if need be. "Yeah. We can stay friends. I mean. War is just war, right? It's business. We can still be friends outside of it." He /tries/ to keep an arm around Mairead, and to keep her close. But, otherwise, he'll sit close to Sanary, an arm wrapped around her waist, and leaning into her. Harp, meanwhile, shifts her seating to sit next to Sanary on the other side, wrapping an arm around Sanary as well. Lute smiles at Sanary, "Well. I'm happy with you as is. But, if you want to change something, feel free to. Put any more thought into the extra arm thing?" Harp, though? She lifts a hand to Sanary's hair, a finger running through some of it. "We get this straightened a bit more, and styled a bit more. Add a streak of color in it. And, I teach you how to use makeup."
Mairead Sandilands	looks and nods as she listens to everyone. "I normally just braid my hair, help keeps it out of the way, and it makes for a good weapon to use if ye need to hit someone and a sword is not accessable." she mentions. "I've had to hit a few in school with it, cause they were daft lads."
Sanary Rondel	Sanary's more than content to join the pile, putting an arm around Lute and Harp's shoulders. Speaking of arms... "I have, actually! Been practicing a lot more with magic lately... Er. Trying to use it, anyway. No luck, but I've got a good feeling about it... Eventually." One day. She'll have those extra arm-substitutes one day. She raises an eyebrow at Harp, looking a little confused. "Straighter hair's better, then? Hmm... Wait, just a streak? Not the whole... All of it?" Apparently, the cleric has never heard of color accents. Still, it's never too late to learn! Mairead's comment, however, draws an intrigued look from her. "That's... You can do that? Like a freaking mace or something?" She straightens up a bit to get a better look at Mairead's hair. "That's not a bad idea... Ah, but then what's the chance someone'll grab onto it and start swinging me around?" It's an amusing mental image, but still a little worrying to Sanary.
Mairead Sandilands	looks at Sanary, "Aye. If ye make the braid tight enough and have a good hair rie at the end, it can be like a whip. Although I have never added spikes to me hair," she comments and looks, "Hmm, good point. Plus people do tendto grab it and pull, which hurts, but gives you more of a reason wo whallop them. Usually it is lads that are immature," she comments. "But after a few hits or beatings, they tend to stop qand run away from ya.
Lute	Lute blinks a little at the whole talk of Mairead's hair. Weaponized hair? He blinks a little, pondering. He's heard of some mythological creatures that do such.... But... Hrm. "...Well. Must be a unique style you have if you can use your hair as a weapon. How do you fight normally, anyways?" Harp, though? She just keeps playing with Sanary's hair, pulling a strand of it to the side. Her hand strokes along it, casually, "Mm, with this, just dye it... Perhaps blue? We'd need to bleach it first. Or ask for a mage's help. Trust me. It'd look great. And curly and wavey hair /can/ look good. You're a warrior, though. And warriors usually have straight hair."
Mairead Sandilands	Mairead looks at Lute, "I normally use a claymore," she says to him. "But outside of that, if I need to use me hair, I make sure that when I braid it, I have a hard leather clip. When that hits, it can leave a small bruise, and most that get hit by it, are lads taht are trying to catch a peek at school."
Sanary Rondel	Sanary nods slowly, reaching back to fiddle with her hair idly. "Yeah... I usually keep it in a ponytail when I'm working, but that's been a risk a couple of times. Well... Before beating up whoever's doing it." After a short laugh, she sighs lazily and rests her head back. "Maybe I could cut it, too... I dunno. What do you think?" She looks from Mairead to Lute, then to Harp, then to Lima. "Think the utility would outweigh the lowered hotness?" Leaning towards Harp while she plays with her hair, the cleric hums lightly before suddenly getting a worried look on her face. "Bleach? You mean like... Turning it white?" She sounds apprehensive. "... Any chance we can avoid that part? 'cause.. Uh. Definitely don't want any white hair. Last thing I need is for Archer to start thinking I'm trying to look like him." She does settle down at being called a warrior, though, a content smile returning to her. "... Blue, eh? That'd be something to look into."
Mairead Sandilands	Thinking, Mairead looks at Sanary, "Me mum said that whatever you decide, and if you like it will be good enough. I myself like long hair, but others like short. I would ask lads more on that, cause to them it really depends," and she taps Lute on the side of his head, "And ye have a lad here, and I am sure he can say what he would like," she mentions to Sanary.
Lute	Lute nods, making a mental note. Claymore, large weapon. That gives him an idea of the fighting style. And the hair... It must be a pretty brutal physical focused combat style. Yeah. He already is planning ways to defeat her in combat. He remains quiet, just thinking a little, before speaking, "...Mm. I'll remember to not do anything to piss you off, then. Don't wanna get smacked around with a hair bludgeon." And then the comment to ask about the hair. A blink from Lute, and he shrugs a little, "...Long and short hair can both be cute. But on you, Sanary, I like long hair. And I mean, a blue streak on it could be cute?" Harp chuckles at the 'white' comment, "Oh, don't worry about that. Bleaching it gets it to come out blonde. And then we'd be dying it a different color, anyways. Trust me, it will look nice and dramatic~. And besides," Harp makes a glance at Mairead, "Have you ever considered she might want to look appealing to girls, too...?"
Mairead Sandilands	Mairead blinks at this, "No, I didn't," she says to Harp. "That thought never crossed me mind." she adds.
Sanary Rondel	"Surprised she didn't do that when you made out with her." Sanary laughs and claps a hand on Lute's back lightly, sitting up a bit again. "Guess I'll keep it long, then. Hmm... Blonde might.. Nah, blonde's too light. Although..." Her attention shifts to Mairead, raising an eyebrow again as Harp all but spells it out for her. "Really? Huh. You're even more clueless than I was when I first showed up here." Chuckling again, she reaches over to give her shoulder a light pat, letting her hand linger to flick her hair briefly. "Maybe red...? Or purple. Mix the blue and red together, get... Does that even work with hair?"
Lute	Harp smiles at Mairead, a bit wickedly. She leans in towards Sanary, planting a slight kiss upon Sanary's cheek. She keeps her eyes on the newly unified girl. "It might not be for you. But. Open your mind up a bit, for the sake of others~." Lute leans back against the couch, smiling, "And yeah, we can dye the hair purple. But we need to bleach first, to get rid of the color already present. Up to you, though." He lifts a hand to stroke through Sanary's hair.
Mairead Sandilands	Mairead looks, "Aye, I am familiar with relationships like that, and I have no issues with it. But I realyl did not think much on it." she mentions in the concept of relationships. "I think it is possible, as I have a few friends at school that have different color hair. One has pink hair and she says it is all natural. another has purple and green mixed," she adds as she thinks of the two girls. "SO I am sure ye could mix them easily. But ye might wanna try it on something first before on ye hair." she comments.
Sanary Rondel	"So many options. Soooo many options." Sanary muses to herself, returning that kiss on Harp's cheek before messing with her hair as well. She pauses at those ringlets, leaning over to try and figure out where they start and end. Has she never seen this sort of thing before? Probably not. "... Nn. Choices are hard." Getting up from the couch, Sanary grabs a bag of cuttlefish balls and brings them back to the couch before settling back in. It's good fishy food, after all! "Purple and green? That's... Definitely haven't thought about /that/ combo. Sounds like a... I don't even know what that sounds like. I've seen knights with one color for their armor and a different for their hair, but.. That?" The seed has been planted in her mind.