It's not all bad

It was her way that when a wolf asked she leave off the niceties, she politely ignored them. She glanced at the grumpy pirate and considered it for a moment, but… no. This was her little rebellion, and she would keep it. Grumpy pirate or no. “As you wish, Sir” she agreed politely.

She watched as he got to his feet, and yup. He was as towering as every other wolf she had met in this land. “I wouldn’t know, Sir. I’m afraid Artorias never put me behind bars. But, perhaps next time if you don’t stab him, that might help?” she suggested, her voice as gentle and helpful as ever. The snark in the words, but never the tone. It kept them guessing.

She chuckled softly at his alternative suggestion. Finding this pirate less intimidating then she had expected. He was no Sitka, that was for sure. “Then how would I get your first impression just right? Cooking is an art, and I take a lot of pride in it, Sir. I would be much obliged if you took a bite, and then I’ll be quick about grabbing you that beer” she promised him