[Arryn]

"Excuse me, little miss 'rich and priviledged' but who, exactly, invited you to the welcoming party?" Cupping her hand to her ear, and leaning in slightly, she gave the other woman no less than a millisecond to respond. "No one? Did I hear that right? Oh, I do think I did!" Shifting back to be closer to her small group, just to show they were, at least, semi-united, Arryn the bigmouth, Arryn, who never knew when to keep that big mouth shut, continued on.

"If it's a war you're looking for, then it's a war you're going to get. I'd suggest running back to that air conditioned store of yours and picking up a little bit of antihistamine, this might sting a bit."

Arryn stood triumphantly as Lesallia took her leave with a parting comment about "pathetic competition," before she turned back to the group.

"Hey, Ky!" Tossing her head over her shoulder, she directed her attention towards one of the only other people who hadn't said a word yet. She was sporting a fresh new tan, not to mention a pile of sand collecting not only in the middle of her table, but also around her feet. It made Arryn curious as to where she'd been gallavanting for these last few weeks, but she supposed she'd get the details about that venture a little later.

"You want to grab the body shop guy when you're all finished up over there? We need all the manpower we can get for our little competition, and I think he'd be delighted to hear whats going on. After all, no one likes being in the dark, especially where there's tons of fun to be had!"

"I'll do it. I need to stretch my legs anyway." Fakir looked entirely too eager to abandon his shop. She caught something like, "At least it'll pass the time," as he stomped off.

"Um, okay... fine, go ahead. I'm sure Ky has more important things to do, anyway."