Your Underwater Pun of Choice

It's a lovely evening at the Pelapuff Cafe!

...and Pela is informed that Jazu is in the main room by one of her PelaPuff girls. She's seated at a table, her hands wrapped around a confection that she's been absnetly nibbling on. She looks ... more disappointed and severe than usual, but if we're fair, it's hard to tell.

     People keep on coming to the Pelapuff cafe looking for her. It's like she /owns/ the place and isn't constantly wandering right now for some reason! Which... she was planning on doing soon to start researching things but that's beside the point.
     After being informed that Jazuhanzu was in the main room, Pela comes out. She's covered in flour and there's a bit of dough in her hair, but she doesn't really look /disheveled/, just like she's been working hard on a cooking project and maybe had a minor mishap. Aaaaand Jazuhanzu looks ... disappointed and severe. And is already nomming on sweets. Whelp. Okay. Her main method of curing that was already in progress. Soon, she was making her way over to Jazuhanzu, lifting her hand to give a little wave towards her. "Hi, Jazz."

"Pela," says Jazz. She can sense who it is before she even says anything. She had a feeling when she saw one of the Pelapuff girls disappear into the back after giving her a bit of an eyeballing that the owner of the shop might come out and say hi. Then again, she might not have! You never know with Pela.

"How are you tonight?" She offers, still nomming (adorably) on the snack. It's sugary and tasty and reminds her of home.

     Look, there were some things that the girls weren't really supposed to take care of. 'Grumpy fishgirls' was on that list. They'd done their part of the job, getting her a pastry so that she could enjoy it while waiting. Pela gives a small smile. "...Doing okay. ...Making progress on my Mellowing Melonpan." She gives a small nod. "...You do not look very happy. ... Less so than usual." Pela observes. "...Need to vent?"

"I am apparently 'diaphonous' and seem like I 'can't exist in sunlight' or somethimg," says Jazz with a grimace on her face. She nibbles on the sweet a bit moire, then continues, "It's been bothering me for *days*, even if I blasted the person who did it into some trees and bushes."

Definitely *some* kind of 'dere move, that's for sure.

     "...Dia...Phonous... ... uh-huh. This isn't some sort of curse right?" Pela asks, beginning to look at Jazuhanzu carefully, looking for any signs of an actual curse. She moves to take a seat at the table with Jazuhanzu, settling in on the comfortable hand-stitched cushion on said chair. She put effort into making it a comfortable place for people to come rest. "...I think you look the most lovely when you're in the sunlight, though." Pela comments absently, possibly mildly annoyed if her friend actually /was/ cursed.

"Dude was making eyes at me in the same sentence mentioning he had a wife back home and just ... it made me feel gross."

Jazz ugh s, gently, then she squints up at her, pausing mis nibble. "... not a curse," she adds.

     "...That is very skeevy, yes." Pela responds, pulling a face. She looks disgusted at that thought, herself. "...Just hearing that makes me feel gross, and I wasn't even the one that happened to." Pela grimaces as she reaches a hand out towards Jazz. To lightly pat her back. "...He's an idiot. Don't pay attention to him. ...Avoid him if you can maybe."

"I'm not going to. But I am gonna kick Uta in the shin for sending him to me to talk about colonialism without making sure I wasn't going to tear my hair out first." Jazz lets out a sigh, tentacles twitching at the pat.

"I told him to have a nice day with a Jet spray blast."

     "...Perhaps do not kick Uta in the shin for him being an idiot. She couldn't have known I'm assuming, really." Pela responds with an awkward smile, before leaning more on the table as she thinks on that quietly for a bit. "...Well, at least you got rid of him for now, though hopefully he didn't get hurt too badly and comes back all vengeful or something."

"If I can't kick Uta mildly in the shin for thIS then what's the point of being this small and having pointy shoes?" Jazz turns her shoe over as she lifts a foot to inspect it.

"Don't worry, l'm not serious. And yeah, not expecting him to turn up again. He was Scale Emblem anyway, trying to figure out how they can have their cake without also upsetting the Landers too much."

     "You could cosplay as an elf?" Pela responds. Was that a joke? Yes. Maybe. Possibly. "Maybe make cookies." She adds with a slight smile, reaching one foot to poke at Jazuhanzu's with. She pauses, falling silent as she listens to Jazuhanzu. Hmm. "So at least they're trying..." She muses out loud. "...Hopefully it's not too little too late." She comments, frowning on that idly. Hmmm~. "Some way to keep the world from being destroyed while letting the scale emblem escape... that's ... such an interesting thought..."

Giving Pela a dirty look at the elf joke (though it's hardly a serious one0, Jazz consdiers for a moment and then nods solemnloy. "Well, that one was, even if he was kinda creepy at the end, but it felt more like an attempt to climb the tower and figure ut how to make the Landers live with the consequences better thananything else. I mean, I don't blame anyone who wants out, but they shouldn't be doing it at the price of people's lives... which they don't believe exist or are relevant." She lets out a sigh, leaning forward in her chair, hands prpping her chin up and elbows on the table. Tentacles shroud her face as does her hair.

... it's adorable.

     "...Hard to make people who don't believe in it believe... the fact that some are at least TRYING to respect us and our desire to stay and not destroy the world though..." Pela gives a small shrug. "It gives some hope to me... but then I'm trying not to just see darkness in things they do, so ... maybe in spite of everything I'm a little hopeful." She murmurs quietly as she absently pulls that now-dry dough out of her hair. Much better now. Okay.

"It's true. But even if they can't believe they're real, them starting to feel the heat and consequences of the tower climbs might hang thenm up a little. I'm starting to get an idea, though. I'm wondering if we could negotiate an independent body funded by the kingdoms to create a sort of roving, anti-Wave disaster relief group. Moves in after the Wave to help the Landers." Her tentacles twitch as she slumps forward.

     "...Yeah. I mena... that might be worthwhile to look into, adventurers like us are willing to swoop in and do what they can usually, but it's not always enough... and we're... well... frequently busy with our own thing." Pela says with a small frown, leaning forward to poke at the slumping Jazuhanzu. "...You know that's not just YOUR responsibility to worry about though, right? Even if it does seem hard to get people moving on it..."

"I know," says Jazz, "but it does seem like not a bad idea for an alliance to talk about. I'll ask Shiruba, maybe she might be able to help refine it and then we can try to maneuver with it."She is poked. She blinks her eyes. She cosues on the poking finger and then gently bats at it.

     "Definitely not bad. Possibly even rope in members of the other alliances too, they might even be willing to help, since I'm sure not all of even the scale emblem has all of their resources focused." Pela comments idly, moving her hand away and then resting it back on her lap. She gives a soft yawn and starts to stand. "...You can stay as long as you want. The girls will let you into the back room if you decide to stay all night." She comments. "...I'm tired."