banners and flags.

[Solerei]

*sits down on the table next to the Fae's cage, absently opening the door with a flick of her fingertip*  Silly thing!  *when she's not swatting them, she's getting to be  quite fond of the little bugs*

Do tell, Master Q?  What'd ye all do to the other tavern?

[tanare]

"NOOOO! no more hitting! no more hitting!" Anyae screams as the safety of her locked cage is overcome with ease as she rolls up in a protectiove ball with her wings curling around her.

"LADY ANARIS!"

[Solerei]

*peers down at the cage*

It's rolled up in a ball.  Is that bad? *looks around for Kiara* *nothing*

Oh, bah!

*reaches a hand into the cage and gently lets a little of her own healing talent flow over the little ball o'fae*

S'okay, little thing. No more swattin'. That didnae work out so well. 

[tanare]

Looks up warily as she feels the healing flow. Anyae sees the evil spatula bearing electro zapping giantess tsaring down at her with what surprisingly looks to be a concerned expression on her face.

"Really? You promise?" Anyae asks ,still nervous that Anaris is nowhere to be seen, as she slowly gets to her feet.

[Solerei]

*raises her other hand to swear and realizes she's holding the spatula...quickly drops it behind her back* 

By m'Lord Marr, I willna swat ye again.  Or zap ye, fer that matter.  Ye look like ye've been through enough.  And Marr knows, bein' fluffed by Anaris'll take the flutter outta anyone.

*you can almost see a candle light over Sol's head as she has a brilliant idea*  Chika! Chika, c'mere, Tonga! I've an idea!

We've all that ink...get some paper.  Better than swatting!  Better than zapping!  If we want the fae out of our hair...er, fur...ye know...anyway, we'll stop making banners and start makin' gift certificates ta Lady Anaris' spa!

*chuckles with satisfaction*

They'll all be too worried about wrinklin' their wings or mussin' their hair to torment us!

*happily ruffles the little Fae's hair*  See! S'be alright! Ye'll probably even get a pedicure!

[Henrieta]

Henrieta enters the tavern, several bottles and a large bag in hand. 

Seeing the paint-splotched room, she bursts into giggles.  "Wow, I wish I had been here for this! This almost looks like that one tavern in Holmshire when we got through with it!  Except, it's paint ... and not nearly so much of it ..."

She goes over to where Quince's fire elemental is keeping the vodka solution warm.  She gets several other bowls, and mixes some liquids and powders together.

"Horatio, did you warn everyone about the smell?"

She stands, two bowls poised over the third, looking at her cousin.

[tanare]

Anyae blinks in confusion as she is handed the gift certificate and wonders why everyone keeps messing up her hair all the time as she tries to straighten it out again.

"What's a pedicure?"

[Anaris]

*walks back into the tavern, pretty pink trademark Kiaria bandage on her nose*



Anyae darling!  Over here!  You are who you're with!  Be careful!



*raises an eyebrow at Henrieta*


Anyway, I forgive you for that awful accident where I got smacked on the nose....  I figured we just forget about it, darling!  We shall blame it on instinct!  But we must work on that... Next time, you--



*stops short and notices Sol and Chica scribbling something on pieces of paper with the word "Spa" in it*


What....what in Norrath are you two scoundrelinas up to this time?!


*arches a brow and crosses her arms*

[Solerei]

*looks up with an innocent smile* 

We're making gift certificates to your spa for all the fae!  They're in need of your expert assistance.  And pedicures.

[Imeriel]

Watching the scene in front of her, Imeriel is reminded of a time two bards came into the Tavern.  Smiling at the memory, she hums softly and sings quietly to the remembered tune. "View Spa ... baaaayyybeeeee"

[Chika]

*Chika looks up from her work and sniffs the air.*

"Somethin smells funny, it does!"

*Moving back to her work, and talking at the same time..*

"And dis is ummm.. well something to welcome the new Fae to umm, Norath!  Fae Send Sertificate, otherwise all our banners are wasted.
Miss Sollery said yous are such a nice person, and would give all the Fae a pecidure! The fae wills be sooooo happys!
We saw dat the swattin wasn't so succesfuls, Chika thinks because we had only a spatula and branches to swat with, and not really a Faeswatter yet

*nods firm and looks up again, now holding a paw over her nose*

"Mr Quiche..? MR QUIIIICHE!!  Chika thinks yous are burning something, it smells funnyyyyyyys!!"

*Suddenly Chika sees the pink bandage on Anaris' nose and bursts into giggles*

"oooh miss Annis, whats THAT on yous nose??" *points with her 'free' hand, with the paintbrush towards Anaris'face*

[tanare]

Anyae darling!  Over here!  You are who you're with!  Be careful!

Anyway, I forgive you for that awful accident where I got smacked on the nose....  I figured we just forget about it, darling!  We shall blame it on instinct!  But we must work on that... Next time, you--

Anyae blinks in confusion over the "you are who you're with" comment deciding it must be an elf thing. Anyae is also about to comment about the lack of dodging skill Lady Anaris seems to have and that perhaps that is something SHE needs to work on. However as soon as Anyae opens her mouth to speak Anaris is quickly distracted by the certificate making.

That does remind Anyae of something though. Holding up the ceritifcate Solerei gave her Anyae pipes up asking "Lady Anaris. What's a pedicure?"

[Alirrin]

"Mr Quiche..? MR QUIIIICHE!!  Chika thinks yous are burning something, it smells funnyyyyyyys!!"

"No, that's the solvent.  It's kinda foul, but does sure clean up furniture nicely!"  He and Henrieta consult on the mixture, then once they agree it's right, he passes out towels to everyone (including the recently returned Anaris). "OK, folks let's get this cleaned up."

[Anaris]

*stares at the towel Quince just handed her, and stares back at Quince with a blank look*


.....what....whatever do you expect me to do with this non-Erudian non-finely spun washcloth?


*looks extremely puzzled*

[Flann]

*wanders in and gets handed a towel*

*hears Anaris' last comment and hands her his towel*

"Think yer sposed ta clean stuff. Dunno."

*quickly leaves, dodging towel handers*