RP:Delivery Kitten

Location: Jolly Roger, Rynvale

Lita had sent out a few messages to a select few people that she thought might eventually be able to get word to Daisy. The kitten did have a particular way of overhearing information when it was pertinent, after all. More reason to like her, in Lita's book. She'd been glued to the island and the Jolly Roger more often than not these days, so she'd politely (and probably with snacks included) asked- and not bribed- the kitten to meet her out this way. She'd hauled in a box of honeyed whiskey from the Barrel and was carefully putting away the bottles behind the bar. Since Leo's absence she'd been forced to stock her own favorites. Rude, but a fount of endless amusement for her all the same.

Daisy pauses by the front door to read the sign scratched there. Promise? Warning? Invitation. Yes. Yes that is it! Risks are the most fun of businesses and this is what our kitten is here to do. The little druid nods and shifts the small pot in her arms up a bit. Heavy things are heavy and she's been walking for a minute. That's fine. Go on in. Probably no one will see you behind that greenery of a plant anyway. Benches and tables and patrons in waiting are passed without much mind as she heads right for Lita with a smile. "I have a present." And the pot is put there on the bar.

Lita glances sideways towards the door as a potted plants comes bumbling into the bar. Cause for a raised brow, but she's seen stranger things in this place. A few of the regulars look up from their cards or drinks, but most seem unbothered by the display. Lita watches the plant walk up to the bar and seat itself atop it. Huzzah, a kitten appears! Magic, knew it. She blinks at the plant, trying to digest what Daisy has just announced. "For who?" She blurts out, flicking at one of the plants' leaves. Lita wasn't allowed to have fake plants, or really anything she had to remember to water or feed. "Glad you made it. I thought sending snacks would be a gesture of good will and yet you insult me like this." She's teasing, mostly.

Daisy's little smile holds firm as she reaches over across the seat of one of them barstools to grab a hold of it. She's done this once or twice before, so you'd think she is perfectly capable of just cat-ting her way up there. No. Not today. She grabs and pulls and lifts a foot up to the seat to slipkick twice before somehow managing to get her chonk up onto the chair. Whew! Now. Now the rest of the present. "You, silly." She pulls a fist sized bulb with a long, thin spout from her bag and uncorks the end. Said end is shoved into the dirt in that pot, feeding it water for at least a couple weeks before it runs dry. "For thanks. The snacks were tasty."

Lita lofts a brow at the kitten again, first watching her try and climb her way up on a mountain-sized (for a kitten) seat and then as she shoves some sort of water-contraption in the dirt around the plant. Plant people are weird, Lita can't join them. She makes a mental note to tell Mahri she's gotten her a new gift. Mahri likes plants, she'll love it maybe probably. "Thanks." Lita manages as she slides the potted plant to the end of the bar where it's safely out of the way for now. Mahri can also lug the thing home later. "Got a job for you if you're up for it. And there's a shiny reward in it for yah after if you complete it." It sounds less enticing out loud than in her head. "Need someone to do a pickup from Frostmaw and within three days, deliver to Cenril." Lita leans on the edge of the bar on her forearms and plucks a glass out from behind the bar to slide towards Daisy. "Someone, discreet, who won't ask a lot of questions. And you can name your price." She nods down at the empty glass. "Drink?"

Daisy makes sure to whisper a few things to that pot before it is slid too far away. Things that won't bother a person or a lurker or a man whining about how bad ink hurts. Things that make little raspberries sprout here and there on that green little plant. Maybe Lita sees them. Maybe she finds them later. It is fine. Now is for businesses! Like the door said. Risk. Risky deliveries from- "Okay!" Will you let me finish! No thinking or asking or questions or what if it is dangerous? Kitten eyes brighten with possibilities. "How many questions do I get?" She looks at the glass. It isn't polite to just stare. "Water, please."

Lita is shaking her head out of amusement as she fixes Daisy's glass of water. "How many questions? Hmm." She offers the drink and then settles her elbow on the bar and leans her cheek in her hand. "Three and a half." She decides finally. How do you ask half a question? No idea, but if anyone could figure it out, it'd be Daisy. Lita doesn't see the plant growing things, but she does flicker a glance that way as she thinks she sees it move. Leave it to Daisy to give her something that's alive and might also sprout its own limbs or wings or pet. It was definitely Mahri's now.

Daisy would promise Lita that the little raspberry plant is perfectly harmless and the fruits are even more promised to be delicious if Lita brought it up. But Lita isn't bringing it up, which means those promises will be just existing for anyone paying attention who might need to know about them later. Now is for questions and three and a half. Make them count, kitten! She lifts a paw to hold up a single, clawed digit. "What are the details?"

Lita shifts her weight from one foot to the next, mulling over the answer of details. What should she give? What could she? "There's a shop in Frostmaw holding the package for me." She doesn't mention that she'd place this particular order during a recent excursion north. For one of the tournament duels? Probably. That's certainly plausible. Why else would anyone storm out of a library? "I'll send a letter with you for them. They'll know what to give you. The package will be wrapped. And it's time sensitive, so it has to be delivered directly to Cenril's Mayor within three days of pickup. You can't open the box, or let anyone else open it. No matter what you hear from inside of it. Or smell. You can't open it."

Daisy lets Lita talk. Most people will talk if you let them. Some do it because they like the sound of their own voice. Others get nervous in silence. Daisy doesn't mind voices or silence, both help her listen. And she does. Time sensitive stinky? package in Frostmaw heading to the mayor. It is still Valrae, right? Asking for a friend. Some of us aren't so political. Daisy rolls her eyes and lifts a second digit to join the first. "Are you friends?"

Lita never mentions whether the smell in the package will be good or bad. Maybe even neutral. Maybe a nice neutral scent, like soft dirt or freshly cut grasses. Who knows. But Daisy doesn't waste a question to clarify. Maybe she will make her own assumptions. Either way, Lita doesn't offer any hints to sway any opinions that may or may not be formed. And instead, Daisy moves on to her next question. Are they friends? Daisy doesn't clarify. Is she asking whether Lita is friends with the person in Frostmaw she'll be picking up from? That answer would be no. Lita doesn't even know their name, just an acquaintance she's done business with once or twice before. Or is Daisy asking if Lita is friends with what's in the box? That would perhaps be a far sillier question, but not uncommon from the kitten. So surely, she must mean to ask if Lita is friends with the Mayor. Still Valrae, yes, as far as Lita knows. Were they friends? Well, prior to the war, that would have been a loose No. They weren't un-friendly though. And now after the war? Well, it might still be a loose No. Lita had fought for Larket after all, but then Val had sided with Xalious against all vampires, even prior to the war, so. Decisions had been made on both parties. They still weren't exactly un-friendly. But then, how to answer the question appropriately... hmm... Lita chews over the possible answers. "Might be." Wasn't entirely up to her, either. She could say No, but then maybe the business acquaintance in Frostmaw thinks their besties. Who is she to take that away from him?

Daisy watches the Lita ponder and carefully decide how to answer question two. She was vague on purpose, once again letting people say what they need to say. Lita doesn't say a whole lot, which is just fine for Daisy. Everyone knows the girl honey badgers her way through everything anyway. Right now she wants question number three. Ah, what to ask. She won't tell you what is in the box. That is for sure. The size doesn't matter. Weight problems are easily solved later. Oh! Oh I know! Third claw. "Can the contents of the package hurt me?"

Lita offers a shrug of bare shoulders at the third question, though a slow smile tugs its way across her features. "Everything has the potential to hurt yah, probably." She's got a pretty good story about someone dying that involves wet pasta and a handful of turkey feathers. She stifles a laugh at the memory. "But if you don't open the package, it doesn't really mater, does it?"

Daisy actually giggles out loud. Sneakrit answers are amusing! True and factual and verily to the point. It has been a very long time since she's done any kind of interesting work and this is going to be fuuuuun! She stands up on her chair and places both paws on the bar. Did her glass get filled? No one has time to look. Doesn't matter! That isn't the point of what is happening here. What is happening here? "I like you." Lita probably doesn't need Daisy's approval, but that doesn't matter. The girl takes what she wants, but also gives what she wants too. She winks one eye and then the other. Trademarked winkblink! Even the long, leathery tail -corked on the tip of course- comes out to see what is happening. Last question. Last one. Not one. Half. Last half. What'll be, sweetheart? Choose your poison! "Why?"

Lita has to tilt her face up a bit to look at Daisy as the kitten stands on her seat and puts her paws on the bar. Paws! Still unnerving. Still amusing. She's not staring. She blinks away, back up again, only to be distracted by the flicker of the tail. The Tail! She'd nearly forgotten. She narrows her eyes at it, as if that will be enough to keep the thing in check. Seems to work for now. Looking back up at the kitten again as she decides she likes Lita. Well, she's not blushing a little at that. She clears her throat instead. Daisy has half a question left and wastes on wanting to know why!? That's almost disappointing. Like a game of chess and someone's just dropped the board. She leans up from the bar again and double checks that yes, she did fill Daisy's water. So she pours herself a glass of honeyed whiskey instead. She could be vague but she'll throw Daisy a bone on this one. Another shrug as she lifts her glass. "Because it's what Leo would want." She answers finally as she takes a swig of whiskey. Hopefully someday soon she'll stop using that excuse but for now at least, it's still true.

Daisy's grin widens in an oh so cheshirely manner. She does enjoy the pirate man. He was so fun and covered in glitter at the end of the beach party. Wonder if there are any sparklers left. Focus! She picks up and sips from her water glass. "I can leave tomorrow. Where do I pick it up? You can pay me when I get back."

Lita reaches for a folded bit of parchment under the bar and hands it over to the kitten. Along with her Supreme appreciations, probably. Or at least some reassurance that she'll ask Mahri not to let the plant-thing die too soon. "Also..." she adds, reaching for something else to hand over. "Just for fun." She offers the kitten a wink and then goes back to some mundane task like pouring drinks or something... this conversation probably never happened.

Lita gave Daisy 1 Rynvale Beach-Bash Sparkler.