"What's your name by the way," Sela said. Sam and Chip both slowly picked themselves up on either side of the booth as the black otter giggled. Chip held Selas face in his paws. "Sela, you beautiful, beautiful otter, that," he pointed to the black otter, "IS River." Sela looked to the otter, then back as Chip, as Chip once again took a slouched seat in the booth. Sam was laughing uncontrollably. "Nuh uh," Sela said, "River is a corvid, this is clearly a black river otter from the river otter tribe of..." Sela looked to her bow, then to her cloak, then back to Sam and Chip. "No....." "It is me," River said, "You might be beautiful but damn are you something else." River put her paw in front of her face as she shoved down a handful of sweetrolls. Chip idly noticed that River the otter seemed a little gaunt even by otter standards. "Umm,if I may ask, you uh... you look a little bit different," Chip said. "Chip! That not a thing you say to a lady, especially a druid," Sam shot back. "It's okay," River held up a paw for peace, "Making the transformation, it takes a lot of..." She gestured to the plate, piled high with sweetrolls that were rapidly disappearing. She ottered down two more before finishing her thought. "...energy." "That's fascinating," Sam said, "You can change forms like that? I have so many questions." Chip stroked his soul patch. "If you can turn into a otter, what else can you turn into? Is there a limitation? Do you need to eat a lot of food? How long can you stay transformed?" "Those are all trade secrets Chip, it would be like me asking you the best way to serve or sell fish on a stick, or asking Sam what the secret sauce is, or asking Sela...well any question really." "Hey!" Sam and Chip chuckled, bumping into each other awkwardly. They both blushed, causing another round of giggles.