Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom

"Myself? I'm too... warm? Is it not obvious that his place is like a great boiler?" To emphasize this point, Chaucer retrieved his hankerchief and dabbed his forhead. "Perhaps due to all the people, yes? What say you Sabel?"



"If we're going to be sensitive, you should have asked 'may I go through your bag, Chaucer' before you started scrounging about for faucets and what-have-you!" Sabel seemed to be staring strangely at Chaucer's face as well... the heat in his face then was clearly making itself known on the surface. In an attempt to re-emphasize the heat of the place, he once again dabbed his forehead. Whatever was causing the blush before had been usurped by the stares he was getting from those around him.



"This conversation has reached a displeasing peak and it shall be changed NOW. I feel a new topic was long since due, but nonetheless I shall be the one to administer the new one. Arya, tell us something interesting you hope to accomplish. Alright I can start to lessen your nervousness: I plan on becoming a famous Herbologist. Ask me how later, go ahead. But later. Arya may go now. There, now he felt back in control again. Chaucer puffed out his chest slightly and grinned, in spite of himself.