Kalaya enjoys the moment, her left hand snaking down to entwine fingers with Ven's right. The cool morning air, crisp from an hour that most never seek to enjoy, brushes gently against warming cheeks, bringing with it the smells of woodfire and boiling water. In the distance, she can hear the ringing of iron that signals the hamlet's blacksmith has started their work.

"Well, I'm always happy to help. Though there's no sense trying to figure stuff out on an empty stomach." she says, grinning. "And this date was my idea, so [i]I'm [/i]paying - no arguments about it."

Eventually though, she has to address the pale, cloaked war elephant in the room.

[i]Wait. Pale. Cloaked. Talking magic gibberish?[/i]

"Are you Peregrine?" Kalaya ventures, smiling at the curt nod and holding out a hand that is not quickly accepted. "I'm Kalaya-[i]Phraya[/i]. My companions and I have been looking for you, actually! I have a ... curse? Maybe? That has been laid on me that I'm looking for help to get rid of. And Dima-[i]Phraya [/i]is in need of a witch who can help her calm the troubles between her and the river spirit. I don't suppose you'd be available for work at the moment? I have no idea what a cake-a-whatti is, but if Vee here needs it then I'm sure we can track one down. Maybe we can do an exchange?"

She's rambling as they walk, and quickly demonstrating her (poor) knowledge of theological constructs. But if asked, or if the topic of Ushua presents, she will gladly add her two coppers, and knowledge of Giriel's reading of the war-fate, into the mix.

In the meantime though, she orders three bowls of dumplings and hot tea for an outside table with a good view of the sunrise.