Kristiana looks quickly up from her glasses as she hears the collision, quickly setting down some bottles and rushing over to help any tanglement of chairs and limbs. "You okay, Deba...?" she murmurs as she offers to help. "You seem to be in good spirits, and without the aid of alcohol, it seems. Always nice to see that in a pub." She chuckles and stops her rambling to look over the patrons. "Anything I can get for you?"

Debajirin clears his throat, nodding a thanks to her help in untangling him from the furniture, running a quick hand over his hair, and attempting to be casual. "I'm alright... Ya, good things! Y'see, the Headwoman got me this job with Feln. I fish. It's what I do now. I'm just starting to get it, and it's really a thrill. And my arms are sore." He grins, rubbing briefly at a bicep, and then continuing on, original excitement coming back. "But it's just... I don't even know. It's like... Just being happy. And I'm happy. And hi. And I was hoping for a drink. Apparently that's our job, according to that Feln guy anyways... Drinking after fishing... I don't know. But I'd like a big fancy drink. And if you're having anything, that too."

"Oh, no problem..." Kristiana's voice nearly whispers to his thank you, realizing his embarrassment, and she grins and nods quickly, rushing back behind the bar. "With /Feln/?" Her nose wrinkles, and she shakes her head. "He must be... interesting... to work for. But congratulations, though, on your job!" She grins and nods, looking to his arms. "Got any numbweed for it?" she asks, motioning to a jar of the substance on the shelf behind her. "For cuts and after brawls," she explains before laughing. "I think I can mix something up for the newly employed, Feln and Kristiana style. That means... strong in liquor yet flavorful going down." Time to go to mixing.

Debajirin shakes his head, shrugging and rotating his shoulder 'round a bit. "No, I don't need numbweed though... And you honestly have brawls in here? Eep." He goes on up to a stool, swinging the backpack from his shoulder to the floor near his seat, and leaning against the bar with a grin. "Ooh, flavourful /and/ strong, now that could be quite impressive. Yeah, with Feln. He's teaching me everything he knows." He leans forward a little more with a somewhat evil look on his face. "And it's very... interesting." And he leans back again, beaming, and revelling in his odd mood. "But I got to draw a fish. That was interesting. Sorta slimy to touch... Smudged some of the charcoal..."

Kristiana shrugs and chuckles. "I've never seen any, thank Faranth, but I'm sure they happen when people mix too much anger with too much dimwittedness." She grins at him before nodding, continuing to mix fruit juices and several clear liquids. "Feln sometimes says my drinks look too fruity. I think that's because he's not man enough to try them." Winking, Kris stirs the liquid, toppnig it with a redfruit. "There ya go!" With a wave of her hand in an exaggerated flourish, she slides the glass across the table to him. "The SeaCliffs Special..." She chuckles slightly and wrinkles her nose. "Can't do well for the charcoal. Yeah, slimy... and smelly... yet delicious."

Debajirin nods, oogling the drink a while, poking at the redfruit, sniffing the liquid... "Wow, certainly seems strong. And fruity is good. It makes it interesting. A lot more so than just a normal drink, I guess. And one must never confuse Feln with a man. The two seem very different." And with that, he gathers his courage, and takes a careful taste. Glass is set down, and he smiles, then coughs somewhat at the after-effects of lots of alcohol on the first swallow. "Wow. Yeah, the fish are good... I should really learn to do more when it involves cookin' the things. I can fry 'em. That's about it. See, I'm good at wherry. That's my specialty. Though that's partially for revenge... But I haven't figured out anything with fish yet."

Kristiana chuckles and leans back against the wall behind her, arms crossed as she patiently awaits his test of the drink. "Stir it if you need to, if there seems to be too much liquor," she says quietly before shrugging and snickering. "Good point," she murmurs, not liking the fisherman who has a habit of grabbing her bum. Iona says he's not threatening, but he's still weird. She raises an eyebrow as he drinks, waiting for a response. "So? Whaddaya think?" She nods and smiles. "I used to live at Ista... We learned some different ways of things. I could probably show you... But wherry is something I've never learned. Mainly fish and vegetables."

Debajirin nods, taking another gulp of the drink and nearly laughing. "A few sevendays ago, I have no money, and now I'm adventuring in drinks..." And he raises an eyebrow about her dislike of Feln, but chooses not to ask, and nods towards the drink, commenting on it again. "That's good... It's... Whoo." The last word is complemented with a shudder to demonstrate it's meaning, and he all too happily pursues the conversation on cooking. "Well, I'd like to learn more with fish. If I'm gonna be here for a bit, I might as well. And what better place to learn than where it seems to be rather important... I learn my recipes from trial and error, really. You stop in the middle of the day, kill something, see what plants you have around, cook it up, and figure things out. Get many an upset stomach from that, though... My personal favourite is a wherry stew... If you ever show me things with fish, I'll show you my stew..."

Kristiana pulls a stool over to her, sliding onto it, still looking at him as she listens. Harper habit-- pay full attention. "Ah, what a new life one has at Seacliffs," the bartendress replies with a chuckle. "I was the same way as you, so I know what you mean." His reaction brings laughter to her lips, and she shakes her head. "I'll not make it as strong next time... if you wanted it again later... unless you're used to the alchohol by then." She nods slowly as she pours herself a glass of wine, nearly always her drink of choice. "Sounds interesting... With fish you can expirement with different spices, so that would be a fun thing to work on. And there are generally herbs around to help with stomachaches, if you're in the right area and know what to look for. IF not, just drink a little water and lay on your stomach till it goes away." She shrugs before nodding. "Aye, sounds like a deal. We'll flip some fish and then have some stew... and will be full for a week."

Debajirin sighs somewhat, dropping his head to the bar and going into something of a daydream. "It'd be fun though... Fish and wherry..." He perks again, head lifting and shoulders squaring somewhat. "I could smuggle fish from the boat... Unless, of course, I've learned enough by then to catch my own without having to haul in those darn nets. And don't worry about the alcohol, I'll be used to it I'm sure... Feln's boat's the first I've ever seen with beer kegs on it... Though Iona did say that would make it easy to spot. I should draw that, just for fun." Fingers twitch excitedly on the hand lying on the bar as he lifts his drink with the other, lifting it in something of a toast to the prospective fish/wherry cook off, and he proceeds to drink to it. "The joys of the new life, eh? Although, with some hope, after a few months I can be moving again. Generally start to get restless in one place for too long..."

Kristiana giggles softly and shakes her head. "How about we just go buy it for cheap?" she replies. "Or catching it would work... if we know what we're doing." She leans back against the wall once more, still taking occasional, slow sips of wine in-between sentences. "Beer kegs on the boat?" Kristiana's nose wrinkles, and she shakes her head. "He invited me up there once, but I doubt it was for beer," she mumbles sourly into her glass. "Maybe I should take him up on the offer... Just to see the kegs and then run. And you're finding all sorts of new things to draw, aren't you?" She grins and raises her glass slightly before taking another drink. "Aye, I've seen many pass through here that way. Some enjoy it enough to stay... Most move on. So many places in the world to experience, and so little time."

Debajirin sniggers, shaking his head. "He's invited you up? Oh, I can't believe him... Well, I could probably take you up one day, see the kegs, empty the kegs, it'll all work out." 'Nother swallow of the stuff, ooh, it's half gone already. He's proud of that. "Well, there's always stuff to draw. The world is beautiful, if you look at it that way. It all depends on your point of view, I guess, but to me... Like, there was this watch-where I saw at a Weyr... Most incredible thing. Hideous if you think of it in general aesthetics, but really, they can be so gentle... I'm rambling. I'll blame your drink for the time. No, longest I've ever stayed in one place since I started my travels was... Three, maybe four months. And I thought that was a special reason. Turned out I was wrong, but what can you do?" He gives an insincere smile, and goes back to staring at his drink.

Kristiana chuckles and nods as she refills her glass. Good thing she only fills them halfway, or she'd be dancing on the bar before the night began. "I'd trust to go see the kegs with you more than him," she replies with a snicker before looking at him and nodding. "Ah, I know what you mean, though I prefer to compose about what I see and experience, as I can't draw very well. Nothing like putting the sight of the moons over Ista's beaches to music. Hard to explain unless you hear it /and/ experience it." Her voice is quiet as she speaks, almost a murmur, while her eyes watch the wine grow still in her glass. She looks back up at him after a moment, listening and chuckling. "Or perhaps it's my habit of rambling that's making you ramble?" she replies with a wink before raising an eyebrow. "That short of a time, eh?" she asks before aahing and nodding. "I can see why you like to move on then... You don't have to get connections."

Debajirin looks up at her and shakes his head. "No, connections are important... I mean, everyone needs someone, right? That's actually one of the problems of aspiring to see the world in one lifetime without the convenience of betweening. It's sometimes hard to establish connections. I mean, sometimes I need to stop for awhile, re-establish myself among society, as it were..." And then something of an afterthought, and he tilts his head to the side. "You compose music? Wow... Would it be completely rude to ask if I could hear some of your compositions sometime?" When one is alienated from society for awhile, one loses any sense of manners, and getting these back can be a rather arduous journey.

Kristiana nods slowly at his words as she grabs a rag and starts to wipe some stray liquid off the bar. "Well, of course... in order to fight lonliness and such. I often think... you get to know yourself through knowing other people. I mean, you can sit and write and paint and sing all day long alone... but you realize how you are in the varying situations you encounter with others, whether positive or negative... if that makes any sense." She chuckles and sighs softly as she slips back onto her seat again. Nodding slowly, she holds up her arm, showing the bracelet hanging around her wrist and the charm lying against her skin. "Harp," she replies with a smile. "And... I don't know..." She scuffs her toe against a rail on the stool. "No one but myself and a few journeymen have seen my work... or heard my work." Shards, even her best friends like Trouff and Mistay, who's she's known for about five turns, have never heard her sing.

"It makes pefect sense..." he agrees softly, then lifts his glass and tilts it back. "It makes a lot of sense... I mean, wow. No, loneliness isn't good at all. But then, if that's true, is loneliness being lost in yourself, but not knowing yourself?" Apparently Debajirin gets philosophical when he drinks. Who knew? "And don't feel pressured to play for me... I mean, just, if you ever would be willing, I'd love to hear. Though I'd understand if you didn't... I have some sketches and that, with comments written on them, that I've not shown to anyone..." He pauses, thinking over what was said briefly. "Though, it might be a wonderful way to further discover ourselves?"

Kristiana raises an eyebrow and hmms. "Most people just look at me funny when I say such things," she replies with a chuckle as she twirls her glass in her fingers. "Lonliness is being lost in yourself? Aye, I suppose so, and some think you should... make... good company... for you..." She cocks her head to the side, thinking this over before giggling. "But then you hear yourself saying the same things over and over... And I'm making no sense to me." She grins before looking relieved. "Maybe sometime, sure. It's been months since I've played before an audience, and even then it was in groups. But maybe sometime." She nods slowly. "I'd like to see your drawings, if you didn't mind, and aye... I suppose you're right there," she finishes with a smile.

Debajirin shrugs, leaning over his glass broodily. "Well, I'm not most people then? I don't know, not everyone shares the same opinions, it's no reason to criticize or judge someone. Of course, that would be going into the state of society, which really isn't that bad, and to save myself the time from cancelling my own argument, I'll move on." There ya have it. Sip. "And maybe after we do our fish and wherry thing, we'll feel comfortable enough with each other to not only discuss the theories of loneliness, but express ourselves in such intimate ways, and then talk about those too." Sip.

"I suppose not then," the getting-drunk Kristiana responds with a grin before taking another drink. "And most just don't like to experience other modes of thought besides what they've been taught for their entire lives... And they're afraid to challenge those teachings." She tsks and shakes her head before giggling softly. "My brain refuses to stay on sensible things for longer than a candlemark," she informs him with a serious face before gawking back at the staring Ernie. "Don't you have tables to clean? And tell Bert to get inside. He's been playing with his avians far too long..." She sighs, smiling apologetically, and looks back at Debajirin. "Of course, nothing better than fish and philosophy I always say!" Short pause. Letting the slow brain processes work... "Actually, I never have said that, but I do like the way it sounds..." An eyebrow quirks, and she regards him for several moments. "Hmm..." Another sip. "Okay. Sounds like a plan."

Halfway through the final gulps of his drink, Debajirin gets a little laugh at one of her comments, and nearly coughs desperately in an attempt not to choke. And then, composure regained, or so he believes, he nods, setting the empty glass down with a satisfied thud. "Aye, well, if you're on sensible things constantly, you can't really have an interesting personality now can you?" Of course this could be a nearly-drunken attempt to cover up for his tripping earlier. "Fish and philosophy. Has a good sound. Oh, shells now! Fish!" He stands, stretching somewhat. "I'm supposed to be preparing for tomorrow... See, another reason I don't stay in one place too long. Not enough sense of a responsibility to keep a good job. Ah well. Then again, talking to you proved much more interesting than mending and preparing nets." He gives her a slightly wobbly bow, scooping up his pack on the way up. "So, until next time we meet, whether it's over a drink or a fish- good evening to you."

Kristiana sits back, startled. "You okay? Deba? You okay? Iona will kill me if I kill you! And that would be a lot of dead people..." She sighs as he breathes again, finally chuckling. "Aye, I suppose that's true... You get bored if you make too much sense, especially if the only person you talk to is yourself." She grins and nods. "Well, I agree! It does sound good!" She probably doesn't realize she made it up just a few minutes before.... "Oh, you have to go? Okay..." She chuckles softly and nods. "Nice seeing you again, Deba. And aye, stop in when you have the chance."