"Maa-haa-haa-haa~! You jerk, take this!"

It was clear Brandy was enjoying herself. After having been splashed in the face and tickled herself, she seemed to be in a very good mood indeed, playfully splashing small scoops of water back at the werewolf. Once the alchemist started talking though, the satyress - amazingly - listened intently and politely, without interrupting or trying to use the moment to take advantage of, and attack Alice. Instead, she just paddled about in the river, ears twitching and perking up as she took in what her companion was saying. When the werewolf was done, Brandy smiled brightly and her eyes twinkled with excitement.

"Wow! I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded 'totes amazing, Al!" Yup, she hadn't understoof a single thing. But at least her brain was capable to fathom that there was a lot of things and work that had gone into making the stain-cleaning powder, so at least she could appreciate just how smart Alice was... Seemingly.

Francoise eventually began to lose steam, and paddled his way back onto the edge pf the river. Clumbsily climbing out of the water, the pooch did the doggy-deed of shaking his entire body, sending droplets of water in every which direction. Once done, he barked happily and wagged his tail, before calmly padding over to where Alice was sitting, plopped his butt down next to her and just... Sat there... Perfectly content with just being a dog, sitting next to another half-dog. It was kinda cute, or so Brandy thought at least. After a bit more swimming on her own part, and failed attempts at catchign river-fish with her bare hands, Brandy eventually got up and out of the water too. Unabashed and uninhibited as always, the little satyr got up and out, and didn't show any signs of modesty or consideration, not being bothered at all to put her hands and arms in places to cover up any bits that might cause a cesnor-editor to drop his jaw and slap a big, fat 'R' or 'M' onto the work in question. Lying down on her back, spreading her arms out and letting out a peaceful, satisfied yawn, Brandy smiled as she stared at the clear blue sky above, while the sun lazily dried her glistening, curvy and supple body.

"So, Al. Whaddya wanna tell the old bat when we get back to her place?" Brandy asked, slowly turning her head to look at the other girl. "I'm not sure, but I think those mean bitches who bonked you mighta already gone and spilled the beans to that frowny-faced prune." She ask-said, while still smiling. "We could always just, y'know, leave Frankie on her porch, knock on the door and leg it... Maa-haa-haa~" Apparently, being responsible wasn't high on Brandy's list of priorities. "... Oh! Or maybe we could go back to the guild and get that glasses-raccoon to come with us? She seemed smart, so I'm sure she could smooth things over, yeah?" The satyr suggested, seemingly very pleased with her own [i]brilliant[/i] plan...

Once dried off, Brandy slipped on her [i]clothes[/i], adjusting and brushing them off, then taking a bit of extra time to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be and that nothing was out of order. Finally content with her visage, she bounced over the Alice's saide and grabbed the other girl by the wrists.

"Welp! Let's go tell thecrone that she's raised a real ill-mannered mongrel!" Brandy exclaimed, excitedly, for whatever reason.

Francoise barked happily, wagged his tail and jogged on over to the two girls - completely oblivious to Brandy just having insulted him.