It's a good thing that she's still away, because the horrible scrunched face Laios made would've stated loud and clear exactly what he got up to when she was away. A mental note was made: if there was ever to be a water shortage, this was, unfortunately, this was not a solution. (But maybe it could be cooked with, considering the salt...? No, no. Scrap that idea. Probably not. Hair food.)

He offers a warm smile upon her return, puts the waterlily given to him behind his ear to free his hands up, and gladly takes the ale offered his way.

"Mairi Miann is a pretty name," He remarks. "Mine is Laios Touden. Are you native to this island?"