I prefer direct confrontations. Part of my charm.

[ She snorts. And somehow, it is, seeing as she's managed to worm her way into friendships she didn't think was possible — here, and back home.

She digs into her own creation, ingredients only somewhat similar to the ones she typically uses back in Eos — and hope to all gods that they taste the same, anyway. It sure was a ride to find the noctium-equivalent of anak meat. ]

If you can't sleep at your own place, stay here. [ A beat. ] I have a guest room.