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Drei blinked in surprise at Esk actually offering to teach her how to sew, especially because she wasn't being serious when she said that she needed to learn. She frowned at him then shook her head lightly, suppressing a grin at the boy's obliviousness.

"You're just hopeless, aren't you? But, yeah, whatever. You can teach me to sew so I want need that thing anymore," she stared accusingly at Prick, who had finished its work, and it cowered beneath the table, "And I can teach you... I dunno, fingerpainting." She didn't know why she said that of all things. The word just had a kind of fondness to it, like an air of reminiscence. Perhaps one day, she'd remember why. She at last glanced down and took the meal from Esk, looking down at it in repulsion. "Tavern food will be tavern food," she muttered, looking down at it. It wasn't what she felt like, but it was edible. It wasn't the fresh, leafy clean food she was fond of, but it had energy stored in it. Energy that she needed.

Her wine and the bucket of water arrived soon after. Drei took an unladylike swig from the bottle and winced at the bitter aftertaste before slamming it down and turning to look at Caesara. Did she want to do the thing now? Yes, she very much did, but that stupid drunk neko beside her was beginning to strike a nerve.

"Great fuckn' what?!" She snapped, glaring at the girl. "You do not speak to me while you're incapable!" The neko just giggled and continued to slur,

"D'you want me to read your fortu... fortuitituitui... tui... tuin, pretty lady?"

Drei sneered and turned back to her food, wishing for the neko to pass out already. Her drunk behaviour was putting her off her own drink, and Drei pushed it away from her. Getting drunk with this woman beside her was just about the last thing she wanted to do besides getting drunk with Esk next to her, who took everything she said literally. Imagine what would happen if he took her drunken ramblings seriously. Drei didn't like imagining that.

When Drei snapped out of trying not to imagine she saw Esk and the neko conversing over the top of her. It seemed that the drunken feline was trying to pull her oblivious, trusting companion into a scam.

"Don't listen to anything the wasted cat says, Esk." Drei said loudly, eyes fixated on her soup which she was stirring, "You'll just waste good coin. Even if she can 'tell the future' like she's suggesting, I highly doubt that she'd be of any use in her condition," she hissed, putting a heavy emphasis on the word so that anyone else would be able to understand what 'condition' Drei was speaking of. Anyone else but Esk, Drei remembered and turned to him to explain. "She's drunk. Intoxicated, smashed, tipsy, whatever else you'd like to call it. She's probably just hallucinating with her playing cards in thinking that she has the 'power of the prophet' right now. She's not worth the time or money to pay any attention to. Just ignore her and she'll pass out, with any luck."

Drei wiped her table clean of her golden junk and stuffed it into her pouch again, eyeing the neko suspiciously before busying herself with her food again. Even though the neko looked in no right condition to steal anything, she wouldn't take any chances.