[Konoha has a lot of questions, suddenly. Why was there what seemed to be a pile of refuses and broken things in his "house"? Why was there a blade in the pile? But she doesn't actually ask them, because he's bowing and then she's bowing, the same angle but translated to a partly equine form, her hands demurely slipping over her upper thighs. Well, what would be thighs if she were human.]

Mas- Molly!

[He'd said on his "profile" that it was "Molly" to his friends, right, is it really okay for her to call him that? But he said so, and she does. But if she's going to be so casual-]

Please, just call me "Konoha", then! I'm no lady, my parents were rice farmers and my husband is a mountain jinba...

["Lady" was so grand... and he's the one who looks grand here, to her, even though it obviously isn't the comportment or garb of a noble, a "Lord Mollymauk". When she straightens up she can't but look a bit awestruck, taking in how... colorful he was? So vibrant, so flashy...]

Thank you for having me, though...

[He officially invites her in, so in she comes, bending down to unsnap her "shoes" one by one and only then does she step onto his carpets, pulling her baskets off her withers and looking for a table to set them on. Maybe that chest... gods, he really didn't have a kitchen!]