Hotaru looked around while Larel was at the tea stand, Sybil whispering something about how she couldn't manage to not look over her shoulder. She sighed before looking back at him, nodding, "Alright, let's have that fancy capital tea," she smirked before going towards the inn, "Hopefully Alari gave good descriptions of us, or wait, did he give you a key or anything in that odd pass by to go stalk Mera?" she looked at him, "I wish they'd just like seal that deal and quit pussy footing around it. She's like an annoying little girl with her first crush.... oh heavens, what if it is?"
[i]Leave it to a prude to never have experienced love until she almost hits a millennium in age.[/i]
Hotaru actually snickered at that comment, shaking her head, "Sorry I know you are not Alari's fan.... ever in like a million years, but Mera can certainly handle herself. She have her favorite plant eat him if he messes up or pisses her off, so let's just focus on getting this put together so you can eat huh?"
[i]And when are you going to eat exactly, or do I get to have more fun again? Not that the rest of your friends would consider what we did earlier fun, but I get really tired of them acting like I'm forcefully taking over when it's usually your own stupidity that leads to it.[/i]
Hotaru's jaw went taut for a hot second, [i]Shut the hell up.[/i]
[i]Aw, and we were having so much fun.[/i]

Mera looked up at him, smiling softly at his day being spent with telling stories, smirking at the idea of seeing him and Larel sitting down exchanging stories, but she blushed hearing him saying he'd go on a date with her. She pointed the needle at him though, "Oh so I'm only second because Larel's a frump," she taunted, "I see how it is," she looked back down, starting to work on the tattoo again, "Though he'd probably find a way to come raging after you for that too, unless we can get Hotaru to actually distract him long enough to mind his own business. Not that I don't appreciate Larel's.... help, my personal affairs are things I can handle on my own," she pointed out, smirking, "I've done so well until now, right? Hence why I lived completely alone for a few hundred years," she scoffed at herself, but realizing she was talking so much, she stopped, letting him comment if he felt fit, and trying to finish the paint brush, though she did ask, "Why symbol do you think would be represent you?"