[ They're appeasing her. Himeka may be inclined to give people the benefit of the doubt, but she knows exactly what this is! Mayhaps because it's done by a Moogle who, in truth, are some of the worst liars in all of creation, no matter how devious their intentions may be.

She worked so hard on this too! And she was rather pleased with the result, diminutive size not withstanding--was, being the keyword. It's a good thing that dragons can't pout but the fact that her tail starts to twitch in irritation clear enough. ]

Tydee?

[ "Tidy?"

Yes, apparently the word in dragonspeak is eerily similar to common. Strange.

She huffs out of her nostrils, which thankfully for all involved don't create a puff of smoke but they do creating something of a small, icy wind instead. ]

An nwan fleh.

[ "I don't want platitudes."

Then in an almost comical puff of blue smoke that looks like it should be part of a stage show rather than actual transformation magicks, Himeka returns to her normal form. But much like her dragon form, she has no need for clothes. Her tail yet twitches behind her as she places a hand on her hip, brows stern, looking back and forth between both Moglad and Jaskier. ]

If there really is something wrong with that form then I would hear it. It should be very obvious what I am!

[ She points directly at Jaskier with her free hand. ]

But I will hold you towards you promise regarding the grapes. I worked up an appetite pulling that off, you should know.

[ Though to be fair she works up an appetite doing most things. ]