no subject

[Nyskie doesn’t take offence at Red Wine’s lackluster enthusiasm for her professed skillset. He might be less easy to rile up than Steak, but they evidently both have the same “job,” and nothing else about the man in particular suggests that he would be any less of a wet blanket than his fellow food spirit. Well, at least Lambert knows what’s up.]

How gracious of you!

[With one last cheer-filled grin for Steak, she heads without any reluctance at all into the narrow alleyway, keeping a keen eye on Lambert as he scoots along ahead of her.]