Inessa glances around, looking and feeling somewhat out of place in the Hanged Man, but her hesitation is put aside when spotting Saoirse up ahead. Of course, Garahel has to get there first, all tail-wagging and licking and happy nuzzling. Following him, she holds out a bag when Garahel's done demanding affection, its contents probably made obvious by the sweet scent of the bon bons within.

"Happy birthday, Saoirse."