"Oh, okay," Circe didn't get the enthusiasm. Though if she knew the new movies including gun toting CGI monkeys she might like it. "Sure Sera, movie night girls night sounds fun."
Circe perks up at the offering of twerking. "Now before ya start ta twerk, remember is is most embarrassing when it don't work. Yes it'll piss off the Winters, maybe draw them out early, point in favor of it, but what if ya fail the sexy movements?" Because on one hand twerking monkey girl on the other Sonja getting in trouble. Then the smiles fade into a put upon sigh, "Also Sonny? Ya missed the pun. Which means I fail in that it needs explaining. 3D was a lot of words but ya had failed ta bite yer butt that it was describing," Circe is motioning with the hands as she talks, "So 3D not being a mouthful was a pun about that."
As for Seraphina's recommendation about clubs that accepted butt biting, well, "Uh, I know, uh, heard about a BDSM club. I'm sure they'd be fine with butt biting."
Sonja Hedgespun? That explains her interest in some prior talks. Circe nodded at the suggestion from Seraphina on the issue as well. "Excellent work Sonja, ya have revealed the facts. Ya confirm that ingredient get better effects is how the Wyrd rolls fer this."
Talking of mortals now. Mable had a farm, oh that was her name. "Oh, right Fiona was named Mable. Saw the costume that night and Fiona just clicked in my head," Circe sticks her tongue at as she knocks on the side of her head. The expression turns serious as she looks to Seraphina, "Seraphina? Ya are aware of what I sell fer a living right? I'd rather not talk about my clients unless yer looking ta do business with them too. I mean," she shrugs with both hands up, "Referrals have ta help my sales a little."
Circe quirked her right eyebrow and ear, "Yes a gun on my inner thigh. Where did ya think I could hide a gun? Not like I could hide up here? Even a derringer would be really uncomfortable" She pats her chest for emphasis.
Circe glares ta the food and her Mantle flares. Seraphina has no problem and Circe wasn't either, "I'm ready ta rock Sonny. You? Oh! There is my coat," Circe does not move to retrieve it as she is focused upon Sonja. The Beast had asked the question. Was it because the athletic monkey wasn't alright? "Are ya having any problems Sonny? Are ya alright?"