Emily exhales loudly. "Busy. You get a lot more callouts in winter, and that's always more effort than haul-ins. Can't complain otherwise - still finding time to keep the Azlu preened back and such. How about you? Weren't you looking at setting up a firm or something?" She takes the drink gratefully, drinking half with well-practiced ease.
She nods to Galina and steps lightly over after her in mismatched socks, taking the cup and sniffing it curiously. The Ithaeur lets the hostess guide her arm and carefully brings the cup to her lips as shown. She meets Galina's eyes easily. "Huh. That's an interesting flavour."
The mechanic chuckles and nods. "People are surprised. But then again, I have a friend, Sonnie, who's about my size and definately eats like a werewolf. And isn't one." Whatever she actually is. Emily deftly collects some chips and begins crunching loudly. "So, Gali, what is it you do? What brings you to our slice of paradise?" There's just a hint of dryness to show a joke, but the broad grin makes it clear.