"Oh, of course, come in! Come in!" Ariel slipped off a padded mit from her hand gave Do'rhajul and Tarna each a welcoming smile and a handshake. "It is lovely to finally meet you both. Come to the table -- Rukeewei and I were just relishing some green tomatoes for the tavern, and some for ourselves. The girls cannot get enough of it. I apologise for the smell."

As true as Ariel mentioned, across the lower floor of the house was Rukeewei minding the stove as a vinegary soup of chopped tomatoes, spices, and other flavours bubbled in a large cooking pot.

"It is...very strong, sister," Sabine admitted with some struggle.

"Indeed, I'll open some windows," Ariel quickly said. "Rukee? Look who's here!"

Ariel moved quickly after closing the door behind the group to unlatch some windows, see to some refreshments, and cast excited smiles to her guests. All the while, she was able to speak. "Now, you must tell me, how is everyone? I know it has not been long but it sounds as if so much is happening over in your home. And-oh-you-should-see-the-girls-Meesei-they-have-grown-like-sprouts-since-you-last-saw-them-and-they-have-been-making-friends-and-everything..."

As usual, Ariel's response when overwhelmed was to speak faster than a werelion could run. It was just a matter of who would stop her first; someone present or the depth of her lungs.