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such humbleness was always a breath of fresh air, though that was always how Tuna felt in the presence of Toula. and each word that she said was drank up greedily, for Tuna would need to know of all the amazing things the fellahin would have to accomplish by the time all of this was over.

the smile directed towards her causes a flush to spread over Tuna's features as her ears splay out in a sheepish and goofy manner. "if nawt me, yer mah-jah'sty, it'd be anoth'r fellahin to ree-min' yew."

but then again, Tuna was not called "favored of the divine consort" for no reason! she took that title with an insane amount of pride.

"ah'll make sh'ure is' done in gewd an' humble taste, dont'chu worry." of course, no one wanted to throw a party and look bad when such bad things were happening no further than a stone's toss from home. "ah think a gewd mee-al, com'fy furs, and stories make fer a fiiiine night."

and for a moment, it did shock tuna when she is asked about her own desires. it was an uncommon thought, mainly because tuna was not one to often need or want things. so here she bites her lip for a moment as she ponders. "ahm'a simpl' coy, miz Toula. ah don't need much ta' make me happy. gewd food is always somethin' that everyone enjoys."

"dew'yew think we'll need some'uh, entertainmen' aht this'ere event?" perhaps they could arrange a dance of some sort, a magic show with readings, or even something more. "ah used t'ah fight snakes," Tuna would come to admit, "an' it shu'rely entertain'ed ev'ryone."