[The vibrant drink in question was a daiquiri-- a frilly, girly drink that was so full of liquor in its frosted depths that anyone who dared to insult its strength would be knocked flat on their back. For a petite woman such as Felicia it certainly was quite strong! But the feelings it left her with were warm and bubbly, which were a much needed distraction from the reality of the matter that she didn't entirely wish to face: that she truly was alone, a country girl in this bustling wonderland of a city.]

Lara, then. That's a good, happy name... [Unknown to her on a conscious level, 'Lara' did have an association with happiness at some of it's deeper roots.] And I'm very happy to take you on that offer. This place is neat, but it's much better with someone to talk to.

I think I'd like the pretzels, [she added.] Those hard, crunchy ones-- but the warm, soft ones would be great, too!