08-16-08

Characters involved: Dulce, Drakon, Balaya, Zoe_Lang, Layne, Caesar, & Jamie.

RW Abbey: Great Hall

Dulce looks to the owl. "Hurr, 'm zu'rren'ly be'm 'e razzerb'reez zurr. Razzerb'ree tea." She sets about pouring two cups sliding one gently at the Owly blur and then offering the other to the large cat. "Hurr, tea. Y'm troi zumm, 'z vurry noice."

Drakon smiles and takes the cup in his wing as best as he can before putting it to his beak for a drink. "Ah. this is quite nice. Better than tea made by mice" he thinks for a moment, and Figures hes off his game if he can only Rhyme nice with mice

Balaya lightly picks up the Tea cup in his large paw, sniffing it, and taking a small sip, closing one eye in case it's not very good. After a few moments of the tea resting in his muzzle, he swallows, giving a delight childish smile. "Like Kvass." He states, apparently, this is a high compliment from the peculiar Wildcat.

Dulce beams as she pours herself a cup. "Hurr... Oi be think'n 'e moice be quoite gudd a' 'e tea mak'n' moz'ly. An' Oi've no oidurr wot 'e K... K'v'v'wassee be, but, Oi'm be azzum'n' 'e loik et. Furr, tha', Oi be glad."

Streeeeeeeetch. Zoe enters the Great Hall with arms extended over her head. Working out all the old-age kinks. And given the audible *crack* from a shoulder, there are a lot. The one-eyed doe notes the creatures present and offers a nod. Mmmm, armchair. She finds one and sinks into the comfort, propping up her gimpy leg. "Ahhh..."

Drakon lowers himself onto the ground, and says nothing. He just quietly drinks the tea, and enjoys it. Then he does that spinning head thing owls can do with their heads before noticing Zoe. He gives a nod and finishes his tea

Balaya is slightly more oblivious to the entrance of Zoe, more distracted with the tea, and trying to understand the small female. His mouth tries to formulate the words with her to better understand, in the end, he lightly rubs his forehead in mild confusion. "I do not understand Bubushka." He says in the end in his thick peculiar accent.

Dulce has noticed the... blurry shape that now occupies the blurry armchair. And she's starting to trundle that way to offer a cup of raspberry tea to whoever that is. She responds to Balaya while she does so, however. "Hurr, Oi be bazicly azayin' tha' Oi be azzumin' 'e loik 'e tea an' Oi be glad, zurr."

Zoe_Lang smiles slightly at the spread of creatures present. Nothing like this in the Fire Mountain, that's for sure! Her gaze falls upon the rather large wildcat with slight interest. Hum. "First time I've evah seen a wildcat passin' the breeze and drinkin' bloomin' tea, that's fer sure," the doe murmurs with a shake of her head. But then! There is tea for her. She takes it with a grin and a nod. "Thankee kindly, m'deah."

Balaya lightly twists the cup of tea about, absorbing the scent before he has a feeling he was spoken to, and he unsettles his fascination with the tea cup with a grunt to look at the speaker. "I thought..it was rasberry tea?" He asks the speaker when she calls it bloomin' tea, his words formulating slowly and deliberately as he goes. "Am I not supposed to drink tea?" he asks, worried, he should be working for the wine he had earlier.

Drakon looks about the room and yawns, since he is up quite quite quite Early for him. He finishes the tea an puts the empty Cup on the Table and ruffles his feathers a bit before going back to normal before Yawning again.

"Y'm be amoz' wellacoomb, marm, zurr'ently." She then squints at the big cat and smiles broader. "Hurr, 't /ez/ razzerb'ree tea, 'm 'e zurr'ently be'm 'llowed t' be adrink'n' et, zurr." She moves threateningly towards Drakon's empty cup, procuring the jug as she goes. Looks like she plans on refilling that cup.

Brow-quirk. What a straaange creature. Zoe shrugs, spreading her arms wide in allowance. "You c'n drink whatevah you want, s'far as I'm concerned." She takes a sip of the tea, nodding her thanks yet again. "Rathah good. Did you make it, miss-?"

Balaya gingerly takes another sip, apparently, still confused and properly concerned he should be working for the cup of tea. It shows, the dumb brute's eyes looking about for things that people need help with..like that broken chair! He rights him self from his chair, and begins to lumber towards the broken chair with his tea, sitting down on the ground to begin messing around with it, trying to correct the broken spots again. Grunting occasionally out of frustration as he begins to rework the cord.

Drakon he glances at the mole and then shakes his head. "No more, thank you. I soon must go through a door" he says, meaning he needs to go to bed soon.

Dulce tilts her head and doesn't fill the cup then. "Hurr, y'm be azoot'n' 'e zelf 'en, zurr, but 'm 'e be aplenny more 'r if'n y'm be awantin' et." She smiles at the hare in the chair. "Hurr, 'e be acall'n' Oi Dulce, marm. 'E tea be 'mpor'en', vurry gudd drink. 'm be apleazed to be amakin' et."

Zoe_Lang returns the smile in kind, inclining her head. "And I'm pleased t'be meetin' ya. You c'n call me Zoe." As Balaya wanders over to the chair, Zoe's eye follows the simple cat, intrigued. She glances to the other two once he's suitably occupied. "Is 'e-?" And she twirls her finger at an ear, universal sign for scrambled brains.

Drakon yawns again and then moves out forward. "I must head to bed, so i dont turn red" well that would be hard to do..he is already red..mostly Red anyways. he spreads his wings, and takes off upward

Dulce sees blurry motion from the armchair. Could be a wave. But there's a question too. The mole waits a long moment for the completion of that question. But it doesn't come. "Hurr... 'm, ez 'e be wot, marm Zoe...?" She's only vaguely aware of what the cat's doing. Something blurry.

Balaya lightly tips the chair up right and gives it a firm push or two with his paw, whilst it creaks, it most definitely doesn't break. He really wishes the owl hadn't tried to sit on the chair. "Fixed, but don't let that Owl settle in on it again.." he says in his slow formed wording, to no one in particular. "He'll fold it up again like tinder.." That made no sense, did it?

Aha, yes. Moles can't see so well. "Nevah mind, m'gel." Zoe grins faintly, shaking her head. She calls out to the cat. "I think ya've fixed the chair jus' fine, lad." Nod.

Dulce was not aware the owl broke a chair, despite it occurring just moments before she arrived. "Hurr... 'e 'm churr be abrok'n? Well'm, 'e be a gudd'n furr 'e afix'n' et, zurr."

Layne emerges from the kitchen, drying her paws on a speculatively clean dishrag, and apparently oblivious to the bit of a radish top clinging to the side of her head just above her left ear. As decorative touches go, it's somewhat wanting. If you squint it might almost pass for a tiny red bow... or, more likely, a very large tick with a mohawk.

"Well, I missed the actual breakin', but it'd seem so," is Zoe's reply. The old doe seems to remember the tea she's holding and sort of looks at it in surprise for a moment. "... Ah, yes," she murmers with a touch of her fingers to her brow and a shake of her head. Swiss cheese for brains. Sip sip.

Balaya lightly straightens his back out to give it an audible pop and crack. "Thank you Ma'am." He says, that phrase seems to come quickly to his lips, with out as much accenting, he seems to know the words Thank You quite well. "These chairs would take weight better with proper reinforcing of metal.." he comments, as if debating how to do such a thing, it would be an undertaking to refabricate them all. "We do not use chairs very often..wood is to valuable, either for tools, or for warmth." he says.

Dulce sees a blur that she recognises. "Hurr, mizzy Layne. 'e be razzerb'ree tea." She's already pouring. Nobeast must be without tea, apparently. There's an odd sort of squint as the cat mentions not using chairs.

Layne looks up from her paw wiping at the sound of a back popping, and freezes with eyes all but bulging from her skull. It's startling to her, even now, how -huge- some beasts get. That cat may be large enough to influence the tides. O.O Layne cautiously backs up and moves alongside Dulce, ready to dive under a chair on a moment's notice. Or not. As the situation warrants. "Uh. Th'nks... Dulce..."

Zoe_Lang looks with slight longing into her quickly-empty mug and her ears twitch. Hum. She levers herself up with a grunt, but really, some things are just worth it. She limps over to Dulce, extending her mug with a grin. "Might I trouble you fer a refill, m'good mole?"

Balaya quirks a grin when he notices a beast that looks ready to bolt. "The tea is very good." He confirms to Layne, helpfully, or at least, he knows it is, he drank it, and he didn't throw up. "I should find some one who makes Kvass.." he muses outloud, kvass rolling off his lips with a thick accent.

Dulce nods to the mouse and hare. "Hurr'm, 'e be wellacoomb, an' 'o courze 'e moight." She sets about quickly refilling the hare's cup. "'e be vurry koind t'be azay'n et, zurr." is the reply when the cat says the tea is good. However, the jug is empty now. The mole sets it back on the tray. "Hurr, think Oi'll be agerrin' 'e thingz t' be awarshed."

Layne needs no confirmation on Dulce's tea. Rare is the day when Dulce does -not- supply Layne with tea. Seasons from now, it is possible, Layne will be in some far-off wasteland where no beast has ever tread, and be awakened from a dehydration-stupor with the words, 'Oi, mizzy Layne. 've sum razzerb'ree tea.' She mechanically accepts the cup from the mole, then tears her gaze away from the glacier... chalk-cliff... feline... whatever he is. "T'nks, Dulce... see you later, then." She may be hoping the mole will ask for help. That gives her an excuse to sneak away.

Zoe_Lang voices her thanks. "Yer too kind." She returns to her chair, eyeing Balaya as she goes. "A'right, I'll bite. What's 'kvass', then?"

The mole, unfortunately, never seems to think about asking for help. She waves the thankyous away as she waves goodbye and smiles, offering a 'Hurr. Zee 'e la'er." as she ambles off to the scullery.

Balaya lightly turns to Zoe as she passes by and asks him the question, lightly shifting to answer her question after she asked it, and he begins to answer. "In the Far north...it is a drink we make......" He says, gesturing towards the north, likely he means, much further north then these beings have explored yet. "It is a ..water..with a nice slice of rye bread...we let it settle for a while..then...we add in honey..and berries after we strain it.." he sounds excited to be telling the Female about the drink.

Layne tilts an eyebrow as she settles into the same chair Dulce vacated. They drink ryebread? What, wheat chaff not gritty enough for them? She warily watches as she sips at the tea. It's not that she's really nervous about being attacked, here in the heart of the abbey, but... let's face it, this is not something you see every day.

Yes, he does. Zoe's lips twitch. She can't help it. The big oaf's kind of endearing. And heck, better he be discussing his favorite drink than discussing his favorite kill, eh eh? "Sounds like somethin' m'daughtah would be interested in. She owns a tavern - always lookin' fer new 'n' interestin' drinks. If ya wouldn't mind writin' up the recipe, t'would be appreciated."

Caesar yawns as he enters the great hall. The hare does not notice Zoe, so he greets everyother beast with a nod as he slinks in and sits down by the fire, Still unaware of The other hare's presence

Layne room-pages, "See? The cat is so big he's blocking the view of the hall. :p Down in front!".

Balaya lightly settles into a chair across from Zoe, not noticing her lip twitch. "There is no recipe truly..it is similiar to..Ale?" He says, confused about the term, then shakes his head and then corrects him self. "No..not ale..it is similiar to ale..but it's more like tea..well flavored.." He admits, trying to determine the best way to describe the beverage he speaks of.

Layne speaks up. "'s like barley water." Ok, she doesn't speak up very loud, in fact, it's mostly a mumble around the rim of a teacup. Well, it is, sort of. Boil a grain then add some sweetener and a little flavoring. Different grain, but, still.

"Ahhhh," Zoe says in understanding. Though she doesn't understand at all. Har. She gives Layne a sidelong glance at the mumble, then nods. Aha. "Ahh, I see. Well, mayhaps you could make me a cup latah, lad." Mm-hm.

Caesar just listens to the conversations, before he yawns and closes his eyes. he may look asleep but he's just listening to the talking.

Balaya lightly casts his eyes to the new speaker. "That one is right.." he says to Zoe, gesturing at Layne and then looks back at Zoe. "I might be able to..I still have black bread in my haversack.." he explains. "I can try to make the Kvass..though I do not have a kitchen....I do not live here..I only saw it from a distance.." He explains.

There's a plop as the radish top that's been in Layne's hair this whole time drops into her tea. What, you forgot the radish top? It's certainly a surprise to her. She looks up, perhaps expecting a drizzle of rutabagas from the ceiling, next. After a few blinks she realizes it must have flown up there while she was chopping radishes earlier. Layne can chop rather vigorously at times. Count your fingers afterwards. She moues and sets the cup aside. "'sk Barkus. Might know how." Realizing she's never seen either of them in the abbey before, she clarifies the brief answer with, "He's, uh, cell'r-keeper." In any event she doubts Barkus would -admit- to not knowing a drink.

"M'sure they won't object to you usin' the kitchen. They nevah have me when I've visited." Mm-hm. Zoe then adds, with a small grin. "S'long as you clean up aftah yerself, 'course."

Balaya lightly inclines his head in a friendly nod at the mention of a cellar keeper. "Will I fit?" he asks Zoe in an innocent naive question, lightly holding his paw up to his neck and rubbing it, his armor making a soft clunk as he does. It still apparently doesn't bother him. "I know how to make a very good sausage from turnips and fish.." he says with a beaming smile.

Layne thinks the large and oafish fellow had better clean up after himself, or she may have to get a stepladder and throw something at his head. Purely to get his attention, of course. She just got through helping with the after-supper cleanup and she's not about to go through that twice in one night.

Zoe_Lang's lips twitch again, but she inclines her head kindly enough. "Aye. I think you'll fit jus' fine."

Balaya lightly bobs his head at information thereby provided. "I do not know how to ask this..but do you southernlanders use rendered fat?" he meant to ask lard likely, which is rendered fat, but that word he has never heard before either.

Layne winces. She's not about to ask what animal he's getting that fat from. And fish and turnip sausage... she shudders. Ok, this is not someone who will be cooking food for her.

"IIII... think I'll jus' stick t'the drink, if tha's all the same t'you." Zoe can't help but chuckle.

Layne watches the oaf blunder off, hopefully to get lost between here and the kitchen. Yes, it's only the distance of a large room, but, still. In any event, she's not cleaning anything up. If necessary, she'll torch the kitchen and collect the insurance. That's her plan.

Caesar lets out a rather loud Sneeze before Hmming and Looking asleep again even though he is no where near asleep

Zoe_Lang also watches the cat leave. Odd fellow. Zoe once again recalls her tea and returns to sipping it, settling back in her armchair. Ahhhh, rest and relaxation. She puts up her leg, massaging her knee absently. Knead knead knead. Her eye settles on Layne. Hm. "So... I don't think I caught yer name. I'm Zoe." Pause. "Of the Long Patrol. Some of us came for a visit. To," and she gestures randomly with the mug-holding paw, "pay our respects."

Layne, oddly, looks rather blank at the mention of 'long patrol'. Can it be she's never heard of the famous hare militia? The fighting feed-bags of the coast? Possibly so. She would sip at her own tea, except... there's a radish floating on top of it. Maybe she should have offered it to the cat. He seemed to like radishes. She nods back at the hare. "Layne. H'lo. Uh... y'r... talk'ng 'bout the abbot, right?" She never even met the former abbot, but, heard he was a hare. Perhaps these are his relatives...

Caesar starts caughing at the mention of the long patrol..He shakes his head slowly and Then finally sits up and then Looks over. "Awfully long way to come To Pay respects aint it?" he mutters

"Aye, Keiran. He was a good friend o' the patrol and brothah to one of our officahs. He actually came ahead o' us with his family. Darklett...?" Zoe trails off, wondering if she may have run into him. Her ears twitch at Caesar's mutter. Brow-quirk. Riiiiiight... "I s'pose. But we do have an outpost here in Mossflowah, so it's not much of an inconvenience fer us."

Layne catches the inflection and rapidly shakes her head, her bangs swaying. "Uh, 'rry, no. Didn't see 'm. Sorry you miss'd the, uh, memorial," she muffles. She was here for that, though at the time, had little conception of who was being memorialized or why. "Ev'rybody said nice things."

Caesar hms a bit a the Hearing of an out post in mossflower. "darn long patrol. beasts are everywhere eh?" he mutters to himself, but should be loud enough for anyone else to hear

Zoe_Lang inclines her head in acknowledgment of Layne's kind words. "Thank you, m'deah." Another ear twitch. Hum. The one-eyed doe what she does best - she eyes the other hare. She then cups a paw to an ear, "Hm? What was that? So sorry." She smiles pleasantly. "These old ears, y'know." Mm-hm, mm-hm. Griiin.

Layne keeps out of it. She honestly thought the two hares had come together-- a matched set, perhaps-- but clearly not. Desperate for something to look busy with, she fishes the damp turnip out of her tea and drops it onto the table, smearing her fingertips on a sleeve to dry them. She sips at the tea. Raspberry tea with turnip. Um... it's an acquired taste. That she may get in several hundred more seasons of drinking it.

Caesar hms and looks over. "just Said ye Darn long patrol is everywhere" he frowns before Looking upward.

"Oh, aye. Well, you know what they say about hares 'n' bunnies," the elder doe says with a somewhat mischievous smirk. "We reeeeally, really, /really/," and here she pauses with a wink, "Like t'travel."

Layne snerks into her sip of tea, bubbling it back into the cup. She glances up, whiskers dripping, and makes a face at Zoe for the horrible joke. She wipes her muzzle on her dishrag and shakes her head. "Ev'rywhere? Could they dust upstairs, then? Could use some'a that."

Jamie walks in looking for her pappa she looks around the great hall looking lost as she looks around she thinks she goten lost or something unsure who she can ask for directions the lace is so big and everything seems so big

Zoe_Lang laughs at Layne's predicament, looking only slightly apologetic. She inclines her head. "I think some of our young'uns could be put t'work in such a fashion, aye." She notes the entrance of the young rabbit with a nod, quirking a brow at the lost look.

Layne for her part, assumes the small lapine is with one of the other two. I mean, what are the odds that young hare would just wander in at the same moment two other hares just wandered in? Apparently pretty good. It should be noted Layne does believe the child to be another hare, her skills at telling rabbits from hares... somewhat lacking. She waits for one of the two to claim the child. Anyone? Going once? Twice?

Jamie looks at the hares and looks frightened her eyes tear up but she covers her mouth as if scared of the hares and goes to the corner to hide as she seems to not like being surrounded

Zoe_Lang doesn't look anywhere near ready to claim the rabbit. But hey, she's old. Might as well act grandmotherly, right? Right. With a reluctant wince, she swings her gimp leg off its stool and pushes herself up, limping slowly towards Jamie. Of course, she is an old, white, scarred, one-eyed doe with an eye patch. Not exactly the picture perfect Grandmother. She sounds kindly enough, anyway. "Hullo there, m'gel. Everythin' all righ'?"

Layne watches with the mystified air of observing the taming of a peculiar rare animal. It's not that she doesn't like children... but somewhere along the way any maternal instincts she might have had got left in the coat-check room under some scarves, and she lost the claim ticket. She hasn't a clue how to talk to children, or act around them, or get their trust. Maternal instincts of a Burmese python. The hare (to her mind) is cute, as are all large-eyed fuzzy small things (which may explain why she likes bees), but she hasn't a clue how to act around her. So, she sort of pulls her legs up onto the chair and keeps mum.

Jamie frowns and says "I am lost miss I am looking for my daddy" she does not aproach the grandmother like hare looks scary as can be as she seems to push her self further into the corneras she is aproaced

Zoe_Lang smiles faintly, slowly getting down on one knee several feet from the girl, not wanting to unduly frighten her. "Well! Where was the last place you saw yer daddy? I'm losin' things all the time 'n' I always find that the best place t'look." Mm-hm.

Layne... can't... look... away... It's like someone distilled cute into a rabbit skin. It burns! Ok, maybe it's not /that/ bad. But Layne still seems a little fidgety and uncertain. >.>; Should she say something? If so, what? Maybe she should get the child something from the kitchen. Yes. That's what people trying to comfort frightened kids do, isn't it? "I'll, uh. I'll get her a jam tart. 'r... something." She starts to scoot that way.

Jamie frowns and says "I dont know everything is new but I thought maybe he was here getting unch cause its almost time for us to eat and then everyone is here and I just want my daddy" she tears up frightened of the whole situation

Zoe_Lang glances around at Layne with a nod. "Aye. That's a good idea." She looks back around to the child as she speaks. Hmmm. "Well, the nice young mouse ovah there's going t'bring you somethin' to eat, so you can enjoy that while yer waitin' for yer daddy to come. Sound okay? You c'n come ovah 'n' sit in the nice armchairs ovah here. They're quite comfortable. Very cushy," she elaborates with a grin.

Layne sees tears. Eee. Scurries faster. She vanishes into the kitchen-- it doesn't matter if Balaya is in there or not, she just better not catch him eating the last jam tart at a time like this. The sound of cupboards being ransacked is rather loud in the great hall, as is the clang of a pot falling on her foot. There's almost a loud profanity that follows it, quickly choked off. Almost like someone shoved a dishrag in their mouth. Layne limps out a few moments later with a couple of raspberry tarts and a bowl of greensap milk. And a dishrag tightly clenched in her mouth. "Mmmph-huhmp." She offers the plate to Zoe to give to the child.

Jamie looks at the food hungerly as she smacksher lips but zoe looks terrifying to her she seems to be nudging a little closer but does not wanna get close to her she asks in a frightened voice "you a cosair?"

Zoe_Lang takes the plate with a slight dip of her head... and a raised brow for the dishrag. "... Thanks." Eh heh. She returns her attention to the child to see how she's fairing. Hmm. Frighteningly so, apparently! At the question, she almost snorts a laugh, but cuts it off. "... No, deah. In fact, my job's t'catch corsairs 'n' send them t'bed without any suppah." She smiles slightly, then stands. She gestures with the food, walks to the nearest chair, and sets the plate on the table next to it. She then backs away from the chair and sits in another. "Help yerself. I'm Zoe, by the way."

Layne hop-limps back to her chair, the dishrag flopping around. She flumps back into the seat, wincing, then lifting her foot to examine it. Nothing that a bit of rest and not kicking things won't fix. Huffing a sigh, she finally takes the dishrag out of her mouth and makes an audible -bleh-, lint on her tongue. The abbey kitchens produce many tasty items. Dishrags are not among them.

Jamie walks over to the table set up for her and looking down she feels guilty for being afraid of the other hare she grabs her food and walks over setting her plate by zoe then she takes herchair over and says trying to be polite "I am sorry I no mean to be scared of you I just well you look scary I am jamie pappa name is silk"

"I know! I do!" Zoe grins in complete agreement. "I didn't /used/ t'look like this, though, so that means I wasn't always scary. Which makes it okay." Completely logical. "So yer papa's name is Silk, huh? Well, hopefully he'll be here real soon. But in the meantime it's not s'bad to eat 'n' have a little chat, is it?" Hmmm. "Y'know, my daughtahs would get scared sometimes when they were yer age, but they grew out of it. You will too. Even /I/ used t'get scared when I was little, but that was a reeeeeally long time ago."

Layne decides to sneak off while the hare has things under control. Otherwise someone might expect her to babysit. And none of us want that to happen. Trust me. She tiptoes away towards the stairs as best one can with a limp. She'll even peek into the bunk room and see if anyone named Silk is about.

Jamie nods and says "yeah but he dont look like me" smiling she asks "you think I will be able to be a fox when I grow up?" she seems o be getting more comfortable around the nice hare

"Oh he doesn't, does he?" Oh. "Well, I don't know if it works that way, but I bet you could make a costume t'look like a fox with a nice long, bushy tail 'n' everything." Zoe then nods to the food. "But look it me talkin' yer ears off. You ought t'eat a bit. Those tarts look really good."

Jamie nods and says "but I wanna be like daddy when I grow up he a fox" she smiles and takes a bite out of the tart and says "its good dont worry I am going to eat it all up"

Caesar appears to have fallen asleep for a few. Well He wakes up now and glances around. Most everybeast is gone...That Rabbit he Noticed earlier is still here and so is the hare he dislikes. He Frowns and yawns as he Stretches before readjusting himself in the chair

Zoe_Lang grins. "M'glad to hear that." Mm-hm. She considers young rabbit for a moment. "Well, the best way t'be like yer daddy's to act like him. S'much more important than how ya look."

Jamie nods and says "ok I think I will do that" she smiles and says "your nice I like you" she smiles and says "you going to meet my daddy when he comes?"

Caesar swiches chairs to a seat closer to the two where he can listen to the conversation. He makes sure he can hear perfectly before sitting down

Awwww. What a sweet kid. Zoe can't help it - she reaches out to ruffle the kid's headfur. "Well now. I like ya, too. And I'll certainly meet yer daddy when he comes."

Caesar lets out a fairly loud and abrupt chuckle before pretending it was just a Sneeze. The Hare Just keeps one ear Turned towards the two he is listening in on.

Jamie smiles at the ruffle and finishes eating the tart hearing the chuckle she says "excuse me is he nice?" pointing at caesar saying "cuase he is laughing like he thought of a good joke"

Zoe_Lang's ears flick at Caesar's laughter. Humph. She does her best to ignore it, but children aren't often blessed with that ability. Hm. She leans towards Jamie conspiratorially, turning her head to look toward Caesar with a squint. "Well... he /is/ a hare. So I'm inclined t'think he'd prob'ly be nice t'you. He at least doesn't look scary, righ'? That's a plus."

Caesar hms at hearing the comment about not looking Scary. Well so much for his Trying to look evil. The Hare Just Hms and Turns to face them both. but he says nothing yet

Jamie smiles a her and says "ok" she runs up to caesar with out warning and says "hello I am jamie you dont look scary at all whats your name?"

Zoe_Lang watches Jamie go with a grin, which she then extends to Caesar as she looks at him. Try to be grumpy to a cute little bundle of joy, just go ahead! Hehe. She settles back in her chair, folds her paws together, and contents herself to watch. Or snooze. Whichever comes first!

Caesar looks down at Jamie And Arches his eyebrow as he makes a mental note to look more Evil. The Hare Hms. "Caesar Bell-Hare at Your Service" he Gives a greeting nod. "Tell me something, you dont happen to be Part of the long Patrol Do you Eh?" he asks with a hm.