Perhaps it wasn't forgiveness, but Hadama was glad to accept the drink from Flora with a solemn inclination of his head in gratitude. "To surviving. And thriving," he offered as his own toast, clinking the fluted glasses together and raising his own to his lips. He paused there, however, parsing the landfolk language before giving a slow nod of agreement.
"Ah. The merfolk would call it 'a sea cucumber convention,'" he informed her blandly, before taking a savoring sip of his mimosa and enjoying the fizz of the bubbles on his tongue.
It was a very good drink. Flora was working wonders with the bar and hiring the right people for the job, but that did remind Hadama of a question he'd had for her earlier. "What guild have you started?" he rumbled curiously. Perhaps she would allow him to join if it was a restauranteering one?
"Ah. The merfolk would call it 'a sea cucumber convention,'" he informed her blandly, before taking a savoring sip of his mimosa and enjoying the fizz of the bubbles on his tongue.
It was a very good drink. Flora was working wonders with the bar and hiring the right people for the job, but that did remind Hadama of a question he'd had for her earlier. "What guild have you started?" he rumbled curiously. Perhaps she would allow him to join if it was a restauranteering one?
