Emmaline peered at Neil, unable to make heads or tails of anything he was saying. She nodded her head with drunken solemnity, more because it seemed appropriate to the moment than she knew what she was nodding at. There seemed to be a slight delay between her commands and her body's obedience to it. She noticed that Neil had spilled ale on his shirt which suddenly seemed a tremendous tragedy. Eager to avert the tragedy she leaned forward, over balanced slightly and bumped her head against Neil's chest, before sucking on the fabric of his shirt and drawing some of the ale out. She leaned back and hit the back of her chair closing her eyes against the slight list that seemed to have entered the world. She took another mouthful of ale, which seemed to help somewhat.

"You jash saying that because you like my jussstiisar castume," she accused. 

"But you do have really nice... teeth and big thumbs," she declared with an encouraging smile.

"Plus the city not full of enngnnnarrrs since some got blowed up and the others are not good at stealing chocolate like you," she continued, the sentence accelerating considerably in the middle portions and drawing out at the beginning and end. 

"You are from Marambug, I thought... you were... you know from dempire," she said, her tone quite amazed at the revelation. She took another mouthful of ale and caught sight of the golden snake sniffing at the candied pomegranate seeds. She picked it up by the tail and dipped its head into the mug pulling the dripping serpent out and dropping it with a magnanimous smile. The snake hissed in irritation, shaking beer foam from its head.

"Mother would be angry that my boyfriendsfrommarumbug even... even if he does have nice teeth," she snickered, finding the whole idea suddenly hilarious.