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Maoin frowned with confusion as Lady Lightsword offered to cook herself.  The cat didn't comment immediately, but she considered this a bad idea for a couple reasons.  Firstly, the noblewoman didn't sound too confident in her abilities, and people who weren't confident were liable to burn the dormitory down.  Secondly, a noble lady shouldn't be cooking in the first place.  Thirdly, Maoin would likely be annoyed at having all her utensils misplaced and having unsuitable food prepared in her kitchen.

For a couple of seconds the cat considered asking the noble lady to wait once more, but a [i]far[/i] more interesting conversation was happening on the other side of the room.

As for the human, she began to worry a bit as the [i]dragon[/i] began to berate her which she managed to fumble out a stuttering defense to.  [color=wheat]"I-I'm not a thief!  W-We were hungry!"[/color]  Otille fundamentally wasn't sorry - but that didn't mean the tail beating on the ground didn't intimidate her - or make her gulp instinctively as she glanced at the door.

Then an icon of chivalry, a wonderful, beautiful knight approached and calmed the dragon down with a few simple words and a couple pats on the head.  The dragon continued ranting, but even the peasant found herself covering her mouth as she couldn't resist letting out a nervous giggle as the tension in the room vaporized - even dragons liked to have their heads rubbed, apparently.  It didn't seem like she'd end up being roasted or made into a plaything - so Otille rubbed Cocoa's head a bit as well, noticing her nervousness.  Though her eyes laid on the wonderful lady in front of her, unmoving.  

[color=wheat]"Um.  Hi!"[/color]  The peasant even waved a bit, then blushed as she realized how silly she looked.  [color=wheat]"Thanks for um, saving me from the dragon!"[/color]  She was a knight, wasn't she?  That's not how one addressed a knight!  [color=wheat]"Sir ... Dame ... Lady ... Luna?"[/color]  It seemed the peasant was uncertain how to title the woman in front of her for some reason, but she was sure of one thing.

[color=wheat]"H-how about I take you out to a nice dinner as an apology?  I'll pay-"[/color]  The peasant's eyes drifted down towards the sacks of gold that were unlikely to stay with her.  [color=wheat]"- o-or maybe just a couple of drinks for the two of us?  Tomorrow?"[/color]  She still needed to sell her other trade goods, and she'd have to wait for the morning in that case.  And besides, Cocoa probably wanted some attention.  As if it was a nervous habit, the peasant began to adjust her clothes and play with her hair.   

Maoin began cleaning in the eyeline of Lady Sorcha, glancing at the two of the rude, uneducated, rural, peasant, thieving degenerates as she looked back and forth between the dragon and the pair as her hand rested on the hilt of her sword, giving Lady Sorcha an inquisitive look.

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Fia relaxed a bit more as Livia approved of her decision and went up to the study, the maid 'Karia' at her side as she unconsciously shifted her curly hair into a tighter bun.  As they arrived into the office the two of them stood side by side, though the maid reacted a bit as if she was surprised she was being addressed directly by the headmistress.

[b]"I ... I've heard from the other maids that she had a troubled past ... a few nightmares and fits, sometimes?  Ma'am."[/b]  She had heard about the fourteen year old's most infamous personality traits from the other servants during break times, though she hadn't really seen it herself.  Though as Fia looked down ashamed, the maid changed the conversation.  [b]"... and I've seen her light candles, sometimes.  Seems really happy about it too?"[/b]  It wasn't exactly a descriptive detail, but the phoenix still turned her face away as if she was embarrassed by her newfound hobby.

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Meowka pouted as her mistress made fun of her emotions, but ultimately began to collect herself as the dolls continued to hold her down.  She did little more than watch, a little surprised the woman didn't even know what panties were.

How did someone not know what panties were?

The cat giggled slightly, her previous attitude of depression simply vanishing as she laughed at the absurdity of the thought as the mage continued to discuss clothing with the strange woman.  Eventually the woman seemed to prepare to leave, which made Meowka feel a bit relieved as she'd likely stop being held down once company wasn't over.  Until then, she simply watched the room intensely, shifted slightly periodically to get just a bit more comfortable as she looked around with a smile.