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Mina Rose beamed at even the backhanded, implied praise in the older vixen's words. Her gaze darted around the room at the mention of each color, searching for visual representations she could tie them to, and eagerly absorbing each stylistic display from the aristocratic to the avant garde...

Mina Rose was surprised by the request for hot water, given the general quality of the water in these parts, but she didn't contradict the official-looking beast, instead scurrying off to the kitchen. The cod and greens was done, and a quick relay of the request to the chef (who was just as...

Mina Rose should have been taken aback by Emery's brusque dismissal or offended by the swiftness with which the feline decimated the young vixen's sense of fashion, and indeed, for a moment she was. Then adulation for this femme who radiated excellent taste and disdain for the world took over...

Mina Rose listened to the explanation, quietly contemplating the strangeness of the situation. The concept of species tension wasn't new to her, of course, but she'd more often heard it the other way: muttered comments about 'those darn vermin'; racially-tinged jokes about foxes, mustelids, and...

Mina Rose blushed at Ronan's inquiry, the memories of her friendship with Romilda, and what had led to their separation, coming to mind. Not just todds at the club... So vixens too? And others? Part of her felt panic at being in a spot where others might be looking at her in that sort of way...

"Mina Rose, Mina Rose, the gal 'oo every todd knows!" Mina Rose beamed at the unexpected troubador as they walked through the winter market, arm in arm with Kaii. "Aww, thank ya!" she chirped, beaming at the grinning todd as she passed him by. "Ya know," she commented to her toddfriend as they...

Mina Rose brightened at the invitation, her eyes almost positively sparkling as she looked to Ronan with excitement. "Ya mean 'tis fine fer me ta tag alon', e'en though Ah ain' a todd? Ah wouldn' be a thir' doar?" It took a moment for her mispronunciation of 'third oar', a charmingly provincial...

Mina Rose was grateful for the interruption from an older todd, a grizzled sea-salt by the looks of him, who accidentally bumped the table, offering an apology, as well as a harmless but curious look. Mina Rose offered him a radiant smile and a quick flick of her tail. "Ain' no salt on th'...

Mina Rose blushed a bit, more at the other vixen's shyness in making the request than in the terms themselves. "Tis extra, an' a li'l more fer ho' water, bu' twe can do 't fer ya," she confirmed. "If ya wan' a sponge bath, well..." She blushed thoroughly as she lowered her voice. "'At ain' ta...

Still blushing, her ears lit up like a bonfire, Mina Rose retreated to the kitchen, taking a minute to hide in the storage room. After a few deep breaths, she emitted a high-pitched squeal through the paws clasped over her mouth. Any tongue else? What was wrong with her? Sure, it had been a bit...

Mina Rose looked up from where she was jotting down the order and her eyes met Adelina's, their gazes briefly locking. Within a few moments the vixen was blushing nearly red enough to outshine the orange of her fur, her tail brush poofing a bit as she felt the flush run all the way down to her...

Mina Rose worried her lip between two of her incisor teeth as she considered the request. Her paw antsily tapped her pencil against the pad, leaving small scuffs on the paper. "Well, 'ere's allus grog," she assessed, glancing at where tankards of the watered-down mixture were sloshed about. "'S...

As they reached the table, Mina Rose flagged down a cook coming off shift in the kitchen. "Jannis, you mahnd haul 'er stuff up ta four?" The cook, a stoat with a thick Varangian accent, looked over at the luggage and groaned. "I vas goink to get eine zigarette," he complained. "Ah know,"...

Mina Rose's tail twitched enthusiastically as she chuckled at the request. "Frui'? I thin' kai myda seen a frui' taroun' once, bu' ti' weren' much worf eatin'. Lemme ge' tcha some boiled greens. Ya wanna baked cod wiv' 'at, or y' one a' 'em veggietaryin' folk?" She started leading the vixen...

The Bilge in the Bucket, at the present moment, happened to be comprised of a large common room with an overhanging balcony level for private parties; a kitchen and storeroom in the back accessible via a small passage that also led to a back set of stairs and a door to the outhouse; and, on the...