Kire chuckled at his jest. That would definitely bar him entry. “Mm. Just as well. Royal weddings are rather pompous, and if you don’t really know the parties involved, frightfully boring. Minus the food, I suppose. And the wine. If ever you find yourself in one, you can drown your annoyance in liquor. Mostly though, the ceremony exists so these lords and ladies can throw their wealth and status around, let them know what they’re gaining with the match. Hm. You were [i]invited[/i], though...” She looked at him, but he again had that look when he’s had enough of her questions and would rather not answer in detail, if at all, so she let it be for now. Instead, she directed her attention back to the seafood, impressed with the catch. “Ooh. She might like the octopus. And if you have crab, that, too,” Kire murmured, though it wasn’t clear whether she really meant Ysaryn or herself. “Do you have, uh, [i]igat?[/i]” Kire frowned, trying to remember what it was called in common tongue. “Ah. Eel?”

“Ha. It made for good exercise. But yes, tearing down trees with my bare hands wasn’t particularly efficient. I would recommend it if you badly need a neck to wring.” Kire smirked. “Better we bring the seafood back before we look for tools, though. And I’d rather we get these now before somebody else beats us to the best stock. Maybe by the time we finish, Ysaryn would’ve cooked these.” Kire let herself be distracted by the thought of Ysarym’s dishes before she cleared her throat and paid for the food. “Keep the coin for another time,” she said to Ruli.