Rosseil was, as well, eating as much as she could of nearly everything (she's a vegetarian) and glugging ale, miruvor, water, wine, anything she could reach. she was just polishing off a Insalata Caprese (very good, italian food is)when she noticed Celeae pushing her food away and staring at somthing: a large copper kettle seemed to be talking. Rosseil scrutinized her food, shrugged, and continued eating and drinking at a rapid pace.
"Sheleae, wugh fu paf pha breaf am buffer, pleef?"
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