Elizabeth Moore
Elizabeth eats slowly, relishing the taste of the home cooked meal. She's only about halfway done with her bowl when Flint finishes his first. Elizabeth glances down at Catdo as he walks over to her, giving her the pleading look he'd given Flint. "I'm not easily fooled," She with a small laugh as she smiles at the creature and reaches out to pat his head. "You've already had yours." She says, petting his head for a few moments before turning her attention back her bowl of soup. She's about to take another bite when Flint makes the comment about her snoring. She glances over at him, letting her spoon fall back into the soup. "I-I do not," She says, even though the blush on her cheeks speaks volumes to the contrary. She shakes her head, turning her attention back to her soup once more. "So, how far is it to the Mystic of the Mountains' place?" She asks curiously, trying to change the subject off her, and back to the point of why they're here.
Elizabeth eats slowly, relishing the taste of the home cooked meal. She's only about halfway done with her bowl when Flint finishes his first. Elizabeth glances down at Catdo as he walks over to her, giving her the pleading look he'd given Flint. "I'm not easily fooled," She with a small laugh as she smiles at the creature and reaches out to pat his head. "You've already had yours." She says, petting his head for a few moments before turning her attention back her bowl of soup. She's about to take another bite when Flint makes the comment about her snoring. She glances over at him, letting her spoon fall back into the soup. "I-I do not," She says, even though the blush on her cheeks speaks volumes to the contrary. She shakes her head, turning her attention back to her soup once more. "So, how far is it to the Mystic of the Mountains' place?" She asks curiously, trying to change the subject off her, and back to the point of why they're here.