Potions and things (Afina)

[Ebiris]

"Well, take a seat," Afina asks, looking up just as a cherry pie drizzled with custard appears per her specifications to provide a tasty meal along with all the other magical benefits eating here brings. "What is it?"

[Anastasia]

"I've been meaning to check up on your diet, see if you've gained any weight," Balyss says, taking her seat.

[Ebiris]

"Really?" Afina gives Balyss a blandly unimpressed look back. "I eat twice a day, and I'm sure I haven't gained any weight."

[Anastasia]

"Then try three times per day," Balyss says, "That might fill you out if two meals isn't."

[Ebiris]

"Why are you so interested in seeing me fill out? I'm perfectly healthy, and happy with my shape," Afina insists, savagely cutting off a chunk of pie and stuffing it in her face, cheeks puffed out adorably as she chews and swallows.

[Anastasia]

Balyss starts to say something and stops. She stares at Afina and sighs, "You say something like that, cut that pie apart like it's a devil and then you look so cute it ruins the entire effect."

[Ebiris]

"Well I'm eating, that's all you want isn't it?" she insists, putting her fork down and dabbing at her lips with a napkin.

[Anastasia]

"Yeah, I guess it is. Selune," Balyss says it fondly, smiling by the end of it.

[Ebiris]

"Well there we go," Afina nods triumphantly. "Not that there's anything wrong with being all curvy," she gives Balyss's curves a look over, "But litheness is a hallmark of beauty for pixies. And being able to inspire confusion about which gender you are? That's an ideal for lots of fey. Elves as well, I think."

[Anastasia]

"Isn't that what magic's for?" Balyss says, "If you want to be mistaken for a man, change into one."

[Ebiris]

"You're completely missing the point," Afina huffs. "I could use a spell to look exactly like you as well if that actually meant anything." She shakes her head, long streamers on her hat trailing back and forth. "I don't actually want to be mistaken for a man, if I'm honest. That's why I always dress so flamboyantly. But it's a popular look in a lot of circles. An epitome of sylvan beauty, blurring the lines and inspiring mystery."

[Anastasia]

"I suppose." There's a long hesitation from Balyss, before she reaches out and gets a mug from the ether of the cafeteria's conjuration magic. Smells like apples, she has a big drink before going on. "Though if you ask me, women should be bustier than not. Nothing says female than two mounds."

[Ebiris]

Afina pauses to eat more of her pie while Balyss gets her thoughts in order. "Then you must have an extraordinarily healthy view of your own gender identity," she concludes.

[Anastasia]

"Not at all. I turn into a man at night and make love to several beautiful women," Balyss says it pleasantly deadpan, chasing it with another gulp of her drink. "Thanks, they're great." A pause of a few beats, "Do you get jealous about that with other women?"

[Ebiris]

"Not really. I've experimented with different shapes when I used the alter self spell in the past, and they always seemed more annoying than anything else. Also I heard they give you a sore back?" she shrugs, "I can admire how they look when framed properly, but I'm quite happy with my own self image, which is that of a svelte and delicate fairy."