Yeeeah, their conversation kept getting all dark fast. Which, Yasmin thought, only made sense because...well...slave. Her life was dark. But it was that darkness that made her want to cherish the light all the more, to laugh, to have fun. Moping and griping wasn't her style, because it was either laugh or cry and she chose to laugh.
After all, life was short, and a slave's life was even shorter.
She took a quick swig from the jug and nodded. "Sooo...didja hear about that big stink at the Colosseum a while back?" she asked, picking at a ball of falafel. She was mostly full now, but couldn't quite stop eating it--especially since she didn't know when she'd get something so tasty again! "Y'know, the one fighter that refused to kill the other? Even though she was beat? With the Shah in the audience?"
She took another swig. "Heh, I was there. In the pit, I mean."