Aman was slightly surprised when Anuion lifted her up, but not badly so. Grinning, she asked him to let her down, and gave him a peck on the cheek when he did so. The elf beamed happily, before trotting off to get drinks. Aman was gratified when he asked Corriel whether she wanted anything as well. Exuberant, rather bizarre, but very sweet.
"Oh, get a room! I'm sure the Green Dragon could put you up!" Lyra interrupted Aman's chain of thought with her words and her grin. "You'll give Coriel a completely accurate idea of this party, and we don't want that!"
Aman laughed and gave her a slight shove. "Oh, whatever, buttered-onion girl. Whats with that anyway?"
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