No shame in wanting to look pretty. Though this bunch doesn't need much help in that department.

[This gathering of aesthetics is quite nice, here, and she doesn't have to be drunk to recognize that.

And hey. Hey, that silence? Is not! Unnoticed! And after a moment's consideration, Lup scoots herself backwards, lifting Kova up out of the way to deposit him in her lap with Ditto. As she moves she ends up draped across Honerva, and drops her head on Pyra's leg, peering upside down at her, her long ears tilted curiously.]

Pyyyyyyyra. Pyra. My girl, my very rad fire girl. What's on your wish list for this place?