Gilded Bay Krusty Krab

"Ain't you a weathered flirt," Wraen teased him and chuckled light-heartedly. "Usually people get confused at the third word and are running for the hills before I can even finish my complicated sentence," she explained, though this was not strictly true. Technically - they stayed, where they were out of politeness to a crazy person. Their minds fled.

"It's the fur, right?" she looked to one side and then to the other. Had the man met her few weeks earlier, he would have seen evident signs of determined puppy-teeth in chaotically attempted way of shearing their good ol' ount. "But I never answered your question - story-telling is something I like and enjoy," she said. "What about you?"