There was a brief nod from the Savage, “Well, I can’t blame you there. Now, if it had been because it would hurt, then I’d have to laugh at you and give you a hard time.” A wink and chuckle.
It was kind of answering her question, but not really.
“So migrant workers can help take some of the work off your shoulders.” Seemed reasonable. “With that in mind, I again ask, does that leave you with some free time to perhaps be of aid in, lets say, other areas of the city?” damn veiled talk.
Shrugging, “I was never a follower of the practice, even as a kid. Don’t get me wrong, costumes can be fun, but it’s just a bit boring to me.” It just wasn’t her.
She listens, “Have to say, I’ve never heard of that. Are the papers stored somewhere?” maybe even sealed? “Sounds like an interesting and a great way to learn more about yourself and what you value. Or desire. Is this a tradition somewhere?”