The Exploits of Misfit Company

And giggling she did. Towards the middle of the laugh, she snorted, and turned beet red and covered her mouth, eyes startled open at Alys, hoping she didn't hear it, or possibly not expecting that to happen. But it only made herself laugh more and she followed Alys to give Vastra a huge hug, squeezing as hard as she could.

Vastra smiles and laughs as Alys and Kasha wrap her up in a big hug.

Laughter was infectious, and of course, Alys would hear the snort, laughing harder herself. She'll follow the halfelf to Vastra, tugging Stella in on the way to smother their wizard in a big group hug.

Stella grins and joins the group hug. Once it's done, she grins at the other girls. "We have a spa day to plan!"

"Is that where they put vegetables on your face?" Kasha asked, oblivious.

"Technically not, since I believe that you're referring to them putting cucumber slices over your eyes, and cucumbers are fruits."

"Ah..!" Kasha nodded.

Alys would smile warmly to Stella. Then she'd blink a couple of times when Vastra would share knowledge about cucumbers being a fruit. All along, she too had assumed it was a veggie. Genuinely befuddled, she'd let out a soft "Huh." from the realization. Then her nose would wrinkle like cucumbers do when they become pickles.

"BOOP!" Kasha would boop Alys's's snoot. She would then Druidcraft a falling star, saying, "The more you know!"

The boop would genuinely surprise Alys. The corner of her mouth would crack a smile and then she'd nod. "And you can even eat my eye fruit if you want." She'd wink before realizing how weird that actually sounded out loud.

Kasha stared at Alys with a look of fascinated interest as she finished saying that, and her mouth curled into an even bigger smile, as if she was deeply thinking.

"Ok!" she squeezed out in delight, not entirely sure what she meant, but hey, let's find out!

Stella, Kasha, Vastra, Alys: You are able to find a spa without much difficulty. Behind the counter is a gnome who hands you all parchments that have a list of various massages, facials, manicures, pedicures, and mudwraps and asks you to check off which treatments you want today.

"Ho MAN!" Kasha burps. "LOOK at all this stuff! This is AMAZING!"

She reads over the parchment, then looks up to the group.

"I have no idea what any of this stuff means.."

Stella explains what each spa treatment is to Kasha, selecting a facial, mani-pedi, and massage for herself. Plus some time in the sauna.

Facial. Check. Mani pedi. Check. Massage. Check. Sauna? Mmmm. Fine. Just this once.

"Ah ha." Kasha nods and says and Stella explains each one. "Ah ha. Ah ha. Ah ha. Ok. I am ready! What do we do now!?"

Yvan watches the girls off with a crooked smile and wave, glad to see them all together and happily making plans to get themselves ready for the upcoming party. Once they're out of view, however, the smile fades, lips thinning as his brows furrowed. He stands there a moment, thinking over his options, then sighs, turning to where B had gone off to.

Assuming the changeling doesn't make himself difficult to locate, Yvan will enter the room as quietly as a 7'5'' goliath could, as to not disturb B from the project he had been working on. Whatever it had been, though, does get Yvan to look over to it curiously before starting up a conversation. He never understood the others gadgets and gizmos, looking different, nearly otherworldly from what he was use to, but they were all generally interesting and did interesting things. He would have started off by asking about what he was doing, but the barbarian truthfully would have no idea what he was talking about had he indulged him in an answer, so instead he would say, "Alys got Kasha to feel better, and now the girls went off to have a spa day."

Whether it garnered a response or not, he would hopefully assume that it at least got Bixby to listen so he continued. "I want to know what happened in they Feywilds that's got her so upset with you. I've heard her side of the story, but... I want to hear your side, B, if you'll give me the time."

Bixby had been as true to his word as always, so finding him is an easy enough task. Yvan catches him in the middle of trying to build another puzzle cube from what looks to be scraps of wood, metal, the odd wire, and so on. Thus, when the question gets asked, Bixby stopped and stared at Yvan for a long moment, giving him an almost 'isn't it obvious?' sort of questioning look. Then the eyes as if coming to some epiphany, prior to their being refocus on the project and an answer finally giving to the goliath.

"As to be expected. Though that one has her deficiencies, once she has truly set her mind to a task, she finds success." He answers offhandedly, not seeming to catch or mind the incidentally insult enough to warrant a correction of some form... unlike Barnabus; ever the people pleaser. If that had not been enough to keep Yvan from continuing, Bixby had listened without interruption, but... it took almost a full minute for the crafter to speak. Even then, he never looked up from his project.

"For what little matters -- and I assure you, it will not, as it will not change anything -- we came to a disagreement upon what constitutes a 'job', and what is merely fulfilling our end of a self-made request. A request, mind you, that I had sacrificed my own personal gain days ago in order to even ensure we could even make. Disatisfied, she tried -- unintentionally, perhaps -- to emotionally blackmail me with tears, as well as sway me with an impassioned speech that had little to nothing to do with the original disagreement." He delivered in a very clinical tone. "She even brushed off the fact that her own compatriot had moments ago had his will stripped away from him due to a danger we were poorly warned of. Likely, assuming she even cared to analyze it at the time, feeling justified in having done so, considering the overtures I made to her mother."

He finally paused and furrowed his brows. "She was... confused, I believe. At least initially so in response to my interaction with her mother...  It has been some time. But even with time, I still do not understand the reaction, such as it was." Bixby shakes his head, and then looked to Yvan over a shoulder. "I believe I may have deviated from your request. For that, you do have my apologies, Yvan. But that is my perspective... I do not begrudge her, in case that was a concern. I had wished to leave, trusting that you all were more than capable of retrieving what we needed -- what she needed in order to acquire her armor, knowing if I had stayed... I would've only been a detriment. She disapproved... I presume the Feywild has had an ongoing influence upon her."

The offhand comment in response to his words gets the goliath to narrow his eyes at Bixby, catching the insult that the other apparently hadn't in regards to Alys. He refrains from saying anything about it, for now, as he wanted to get straight to the point of him coming here. After the request is made and the silence passes (Yvan merely eyeing what Bix had been toying with again during, noting that it had been yet another cube), when the crafter begins, the barbarian listens.

During his piece, Yvan decides to move and sit himself where he could be face to face with B, finding it would be easier to further discuss, even if the other had kept his eyes on his gadget. Once finished, he would go over the others words in his head to ensure that he understood it all, the processes itself frustrating him at the fact that this wouldn't have been an issue had he simply remembered. "No, it's alright. I'm glad you brought it up. I'm hoping some of what you said will help my memory, though I'm doubtful." With a breath, he moves onto say, "I believe I know Kasha well enough to say this in confidence; she would never 'emotionally blackmail' you. I'm... disappointed to hear that you would even think she would do something like that. If you see her reaction in that way, then... maybe you don't know Kasha well enough... I'm pretty sure the others did."

His gaze goes to the side for a moment, the last bit coming out more of a second thought than anything else as he briefly remembers the other personas and how they would interact with the elven druid. He shakes his head, returns his gaze on the changeling, and continues. "As for being 'poorly warned'... I must disagree. That I do remember. While Hiatho may have not said it outright, you have prior knowledge of the wilds, yes? I'm going to assume her mother had requested something of you, and you did it... You fell right into an obvious trap, Bix. And while I understand how it could be frustrating to have your will taken from you and... having that event so quickly 'brushed off', perhaps at the heat of the moment, she simply forgot? That's a normal thing to happen in disagreements."

"While I'm glad to hear you do not resent her for what transpired, it is clear that she does. While I don't know exactly what was said, I can only imagine how you must have sounded as this... you, can be --and excuse me if this is rude to say-- rather boorish." He closes his eyes, thinking for a moment before reopening his eyes and asking, "I want to give you the benefit of the doubt; did you ever think to apologize to her before you left the wilds?"

Alys will pour over the parchment patting her nose wondering what all she wanted. Finally, as she settled into thinking about how she wanted to be pampered. The elf would have to keep herself from closing her eyes and wondering off in a daydream. Focusing her eyes back to the page, she'd start tick things off one by one. "Of course we're going to want a little bit of everything! A facial, a salt scrub, a wrap, a scented oil massaaaggeee..." She'd linger thinking about strong hands against her skin before clearing her throat and correcting her glasses and continuing, "Mani-pedi and of course saunas and baths!" She'd catch herself cooing. Alys would hand in her request after ticking off additional snack options. "Your best charcuterie board and whatever drinks these ladies would like please!"

Kasha stared at Alys in wonder, especially at the part where she tuned out at the mention of a massage. She realized that this was probably an amazing thing to have, so she quickly looked at the gnome and said, imitating Alys, "I want a scented oil massaaaggeee too, please!" She would then copy whatever Alys checked off.

She was literally bursting at the seams with excitement, and began stripping right at the counter - unbuckling her belt and unbuttoning her shirt.