Lirella had taken a few moments to get a feel on the personalities and mental states of the group while thinking of what to say next, but found herself nodding and discerning the previous topics of conversation. Having just introduced herself in the midst of a pause in conversation left her slightly out of the loop in that regard.
That said, after Ipolla's comment regarding the whiskey, she was intrigued enough to sample a minute serving of it, after which she opted for something sweeter.
"Quite right about the peach whiskey. I can't say that it is to my taste, though I'm told it's something of an acquired one nonetheless."
Lirella half smiled as the good doctors message was received at the same time. A brief thought, and that might actually serve as a conversation starter? No, that would likely be far too rude to mention at this time, given current company. Better to keep that thought unvoiced, at least physically.
//I do appreciate a good show, it's true. For a moment it almost felt as if I had stepped into the Duma's arboretum. It's only a small shame that place is so boring these days.
At the same time as continuing the mental discussion with 'Doctor al-Fulaniyya', Lirella tried to think of other topics of conversation for those around her.
It was somewhat unfortunate, then, that she found herself without any idea of what to say. At the same time, one of the clasps of her dress silently failed, exposing slightly more skin than might have been decent, though there was no real compromise of modesty. Lirella's bust was simply somewhat more unrestricted.
When the clasp hit the ground with a ting, Lirella glanced down, almost directly into her cleavage.
"Oh, hell."
