Neeshka had finally embraced her wardrobe. Well, not all of it, but she could at least be less picky about it, and she didn't mind so much showing off her belly. It was, after all, a cute sort of belly, right? With a long shimmery vest, a diagonal midriff shirt that went all the way down one arm, and pair of skinny pants, she might not be quite as beruffled and brightly colored as the natives, but she didn't seem entirely out of place and medieval as she used to, either.

The tail and horns still didn't go away, but hey, she liked being unique.

She snorted at the "greatest hits" screens, laughed at finding haggis, of all things, among the offered spoils, and found herself some bubbly champagne and mingled around cheerfully. She'd find Eliot eventually to give him his gift, but that could wait.