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Oof. The tension was palpably [i]thick[/i]. It was understandable, sure, considering Getsuy’s... reputation. This continuing 'game' of stacking more and more trays wasn't exactly on Aeliana's list of planned activities either. Unfortunately, with so many humans present she felt that cold need to play babysitter, if only at least for the sake of harmony.

...Oh god, Aelia protecting harmony? The very thought forced her to repress a shiver. In [i]any other[/i] situation she would very happily be fighting for the side of playful chaos. She glanced at Antero, her eyes quietly begging for an excuse to misbehave. Safely, of course.

[color=883d39]"I smell the deer."[/color]

[color=EB5406]"Hmm?"[/color] Aeliana feigned a look of ignorance. There were really only a small, teeny tiny pool—no, [i]puddle[/i] of reasons for Getsuy the Ravenous to be fixated upon something or someone. And though more human than usual, she doubted his current interests extended to music.

[color=EB5406]"Oh! Venison! Yes, I'm sure that they have [b]venison[/b] prepared as well!"[/color] The phoenix announced quite loudly, purposefully so that it would be easy for her words to be overheard. It obviously wasn’t what Getsuy had meant.

Aelia grabbed another tray and noted that the spread was getting less formal and more and more…carnivorous. Smart. Less preparation needed to just put out a slab of meat, especially if left mostly or fully raw. [color=EB5406]"Oh dear,"[/color] the woman faked her concern, [color=EB5406]"let me know if you’d like it cooked a bit more Getsuy darling."[/color] She gave what looked to be a playful wink as she flicked a little dancing sparkle of flame between her fingers. The gesture was more for show, since she felt certain the wendigo didn’t care much for a meal's level of doneness, if at all.

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