Goldy smiles gratefully as the magic does its work. Her pants lighten a shade as the moisture departs, leaving only dried mud spatter and streaks down the outer seams and around the cuffs. Just like last time, her hair also frizzes out a bit.

"I think that's only fair," she says, trying to mat those unruly locks down again. "Thanks."

With a cheeky smirk, she turns her head and drops a quick peck onto Alanna's cheek. Then she steps back and looks more considerately at each of her companions in turn.

"Even if this place is a Bring Your Own Silverware deal, I think the sword and daggers might just be a little too much."