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[color=lightblue]”Ah, okay..?”[/color] She responded, still a little confused but otherwise clear on his intentions. Lavender would awkwardly hold out burnt hand for him to treat. Hey, she wasn’t used to being treated by other people, bare with her.

The fox faced woman resisted rolling her eyes and failed miserably though she knew Clay still couldn’t see her expression. [color=lightblue]”I didn’t become fire proof when I got fire powers. If I did, I would have committed mass arson a [i]long[/i] time ago.”[/color] 

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Lavender looked over the fae child that had approached her. Children were irritating (exception being the waiter boy she had met, where did he go?). Why were there so many in a tavern? [color=lightblue]”Well, sometimes people want to hide their identity, or maybe they have something like a scar or similar that they don’t want people to see.”[/color] She explained somewhat gently, though there was a hint of annoyance in her tone.

She would glance around once again. A new patron had entered (and was possibly looking for a job, taking into consideration the contract in her hands). The space spirit was at behind the bar and not dead thankfully.