Tira shakes her head, still beaming from her joke. "Of course not! It's not even really lunch time." she says joyously, taking delight in how Dave had overlooked that fact. Her face turning a bit more serious, she gives her head the slightest tilt. "Well, at least I'm not planning on eating you or anything. It's been a couple weeks since I ate my last live meal, so it is getting to be that time again, but I really don't know yet. We've only just met." she states, correcting her previous answer. Although not particularly fond of that reply, worried that he could still be on the menu at a later date, Dave isn't sure how to take that last bit. Does that mean she likes to know her prey before she eats them, deciding who she will eat by their personality?

They had been so caught up in the moment that neither them noticed Ms. Rivera approaching them until she was right there, standing over the petite harpy with her arms crossed under her sizable bosom. "I hope that whatever you were just laughing at was worth making so much ruckus in my library, Tira, because now I'm going to have to discipline you for being so noisy." The rakasha says coolly, her eyes glaring down at Tira. Both Dave and Tira stare at her with fear, the harpy even more so since she was the one who was laughing.

"I-I'm sorry, Ms. Rivera, I-I-I didn't m-mean to. I completely forgot w-where we were." Tira stammers fearfully, tears starting to leak down her pretty face, as everyone knows what teachers consider as discipline. Not so funny when the shoe's on the other foot, is it? Dave thinks to himself, but out loud he says "Yea, we didn't mean to be so loud. Honest! P-p-please don't eat her!" Both the harpy and the rakasha turn to the boy, the harpy with a look of surprise on her face that he'd stick up for her right after that cruel trick.