Swiftcurrent Creek disappointed people clinging onto bottles

At that, a booming cackle that could have come from the hoarse throat of a hyena. Hey, we all love to stare awkwardly at each other sometimes, eh? Teeth of ivory jut out from between her lips in a teasing grin. Don't apologize. I'd rather make a joke out of it than have yah go, oh, silly me, I am just SO sorry! she pitches up her voice and feigns an accent that could have been transatlantic, a paw waving for added dramatic effect.
She's a kappa, she says, which would have been something like a hunter in her homeland. But of course, things were a bit different here. Another boyish laugh at Asshole Creek. Maybe we should bring that up to Akavir.
Turning on her heel, she motions with the tip of her nose for the pair to take a stroll towards the thicket just on the edge of the Creek. C'mon. You hungry? We'll go find somethin' else. I think yah owe me.