[u]Lyn[/u]

Lyn looked at Ssarak and nodded, slowly and slightly sad, while she watched him order one of the birds over the roast. Her eyes fought hard not to linger toward the soup and its tempting aroma. It was very hard as her desire to try it was strong. She gave a small smile when he spoke to her, her face turned up in a pleased expression while her head tilted to the side in curiosity. She felt him gently lead her toward Alaira and immediately her pace shifted, her arm pulled taunt in her excitement as she tried to pull the larger Esyire along with her to the bar. Her desire overwhelm her usual observant nature, Lyn missed the look exchanged between the two, Ssarak requesting her Aunt to watch her. While the two talk, Lyn stood there shifting foot to foot with her free hand on one of the empty stools, toying with it and unable to contain her enjoyment. Her other was still fixed within the callous but gentle hands of Ssarak during her impatience for the conversation to be over. 
 
A small, childish giggle escaped Lyn’s lips when Alaira looked at her. Shortly, she was pleased to realize, the Esyire had released her into her Aunt’s care. Without farther mention or gesture other than wide-open arms inviting her, she darted about the stool she was standing at and scrambled into the halfling’s lap eagerly. The child’s arms pushed her up in well-practiced movements as she felt strong hands aid her up the rest of the way until she was situated in a sitting position. It was obvious this was a favorite spot of hers. One she loved to sit on often and made herself rather comfortable, her head now able to peer over the table thanks to the boost where she could easily eat what was set in front of her.
 
Lyn spotted the chicken’s arrival. Her eyes stood fixed to the source, her middle growing more impatient by the moment while she saw her portion being sliced away then placed in front of her. She needed no other words in order to dig in. She merely made a quick nod to Ssarak’s words and started to consume the chicken in her usual fashion, with surprising haste and delight. However the flesh was still hot and when her fingers tried to tear it into small chunks, they hurt her fingers slightly forcing her to pop them into her mouth. Naturally she looked to Alaira alongside the teddy bear who also turned its head, still on her shoulder, for some help. Or to cool it off a bit at least.