"They're all...curly cue."

With her freehand, Sera traces an air shape of Korrin's horns in front of her, very clearly agreeing with the awesome sentiment in general. She could've supported the normal ox type, but these ones were nice. Made it hard to think who'd be wonky enough to bug a mountain with horns, but Sera knew better than to underestimate stupid. The drinks are catching up, though, and her next giggle is clearly more than a little edged in drunk.

"But you gotta cost the Inquisition a fortune in pillows, eh?"