Rochester Inn

[Sarawr!?]

A thought struck him, and Noam was on a quest. Every now and then he felt like he needed to do something - it wasn't always rational, it wasn't always easy, but the system never failed him - if he completed a quest, it always had positive results. Well, eventually.

Today's quest was easy - he was going to make that girl smile again, even if it killed him.

"See? You're doing it again, ruining my conversation plan, and I love it. The trap here was to get you to say if you're a miss, or a missus. I'll have to set an another one like that some time in the future. Instead-"

He got off his chair and performed another of his bows - bending the left arm at the elbow and placing it on his belly while wildly waving the other one around. He picked up another good-hearted, half-crazed smile off the floor, and wore it proudly.

"I'm at your service, my lady, but for the price of another smile. There, there, let's see some sunshine in the room, again."

She looked on, biting back a smile at Noam before her, performing a jester-like bow, but when he looked to her and spoke she couldn't help but smile slightly, nodding to him.

"I...it's nice to meet you, well formally anyways, Senor...oh..ah..I mean! Noam!"

She blushed a bit as she stood up, looking around the bar.

"Well uhm, I should probably get going, to try and find some new parts for my ship, but...for the record, I'm just a 'Miss' "

She sort of smirked as she turned away from Noam and headed for the Bar's exit, bound for the hangar area.

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