The Exploits of Misfit Company

"Oh, we absolutely do," Stella agrees.

At the mention of the word "bath". Kasha jerks up at alarming speed and eyes Stella warily, as if she just threatened her with something awful.

"I did say we could stick with just prestidigitation for you, Kasha," Stella promises.

Alys would pat her nose, "I guess a bathhouse is out of the question?" She'd whisper the word bathhouse and look over to the concerned druid.

Kasha lowers back down, squinting at you. "Yeah. Just making sure."

"It is not." Bixby chimes in response to Alys, and then looks to Kasha. "Or it needs not be. Though Ms. Kasha? You do know that if there is a 'spa', you can take a Mud Bath, if that is more to your liking."

"And cucumber eye snacks!" Alys chimes in, winking at Bixby, appreciating him jumping in with a tactic.

Kasha doesn't speak when Bixby talked to her, she just gives him a sour look as he spoke and said nothing, going back to doing nothing on the floor. After a moment, she got up, walked outside, and laid on the floor there. 

Alys' smile would sink when Kasha would leave. She understood she was still upset with him.

The cleric will follow the druid out and take a seat on the ground by her head, scooping it gently onto her lap to start combing her hair with her fingers. "All of us girls could get ready together." She'd try to offer a reassuring smile, but truthfully, Alys was trying to psych herself up for the party. Getting all dolled up always made her feel embarrassed. But they did deserve to relax and pamper themselves beforehand, whatever that looked like. If Kasha didn't want a bath, she didn't have to have one. "Vastra can maybe use her magic to help us get all the dirt out from under our nails and out of our hair." She'd scratch Kasha's scalp a little bit to massage it. "I can try to do your hair if you want?" She'd try to hide a nervous chuckle to herself. "I bet Stella could even give us some good pointers." The wizard will move some hair away from Kasha's face. "And after our 'social obligations' are met..." She'll try to smile a silly smile, crossing her eyes before letting her face go back to normal and leaning in to whisper, "We can go wild!  'Trash the dress' style." Alys would even make mud for Kasha to play in.

Apart from canting his head to the side as if confused by the look after the fact, Bixby hardly even blinks once Kasha decided to walk off. Instead he would say to the others, "I suppose she did not care much for mud. In any event, there's been a project that I've been neglecting. So, I will return to it now. Do enjoy your day out everyone." With that, the haunting looking changeling made for the rooms to genuinely get to tinkering on the device strapped to his arm.

Yvan stands there awkwardly after the conversation seems to have ceased, finding that it would be best Alys go and comfort Kasha at this point in time. The prospect of this being a fancy night did cause his nerves to twist and knot in uncertainty. He would look over to the two remaining girls. "I, um... I don't own any fancy clothes..." He admits nervously. "I'm... not even sure they make clothes for people of my size either. D-do you think I can get something custom made in time...?"

"Yes, I think you can." 

Stella gives Yvan a smile. "That is something I'm both capable and happy to help with. We'll have your clothes ready by the party, no problem, I can even pull out the 'imperious noble' act if I need to in order to get it done."

Kasha let Alys scoop up her head. She like her, like she liked Yvan, too. So, Alys could do whatever she wanted. She trusted her. As Alys spoke, Kasha looked her her with childlike wonder. Her eyes got bigger and bigger as Alys spoke. Her voice was soothing, like listening to her was similiar to a lullaby, or a song.

"Ok!" Kasha said. "We can all get ready. We can pick out a dress for each other and do other girly things!" she thought for a moment, as if two hamsters were competing for thoughts. "This is a fancy party, huh. That means.." she picked through her hair and looked at her hands. She was downright filthy. "That..I.." she swallowed hard. "I think I do need a bath. Oohhhwwaauughhh!! That's TWO this year!!" And her eyes watered. She pouted mightily. Her lower lip quivered. It looked like she was about to cr- Then she took a deep breath, and steeled herself.

"Ok. But only. ONLY. If we get to ..what did you say? Put the dress in the trash? And ONLY if you do my hair. And ONLY..uh..life's not all about bathing, you know. Is it?"

Yvan breathes a sigh of relief, returning Stella’s smile with his own. “Thank you both for the reassurance.”

"Of course." Stella winks at Yvan.

Alys will smile a genuine smile when Kasha would decide to give in. She couldn't help but start laughing when Kasha would wail over the 'horrific' realization that she'll be having two baths this year. Speaking for herself, Alys could really use a nice relaxing bath to cleanse her body. "Well, if we go to a bathhouse, we can all bathe together. So you won't be 'suffering' alone." The elf will boop the halfelf's nose, leaving a dirt print on it. "I agree to your terms Kasha."

The wizard will then lay back on the ground herself, tilting her chin to look behind them at the others, upside down. Alys would smile and watch the others for a bit. She would give the group a thumbs up when they'd look over.

Vastra waves her hands around and casts Prestidigitation on the girls. "Let's go to the baths!"

Kasha laughed nervously, having last minute jitters. "Y..y..yay! Hehe..!"

She was distracted by how clean she suddenly was. "AHAHAH! Can't we just uh..I can..uh..I can watch from the, uh..bench? Side?"

No, stupid! You promised! Come on!

"Ok. Ok. I promised. I'm ready!" she grinned a big fake smile.

Alys would beam at Vastra's burst of energy. She'll start tickling Kasha to try to get her giggling before leaning in to whisper, "Let's go smother Vasta in a hug." The elf will encourage the druid to get up with her.