Well, butter my buns and call me a biscuit...
(Look who's here)
09-11-2020, 08:14 AM
Percy watched Shilah work with... great interest. This was turning into a fascinating night from all angles. His bowl was already half drained and his head beginning to feel a bit lighter, and maybe that had something to do with his keen interest. Hard to tell, really. He was disappointed to learn that no, these sticks were not intended to roast meat over the fire. Shame too, because without something to fill his stomach this ale was going to get to him quicker than Percy had anticipated. Shilah went on, "I thought I'd make a few things so gorgeous young men would come ask me questions." Perseus couldn't help but tip his head back and laugh because, well, he'd walked into that one, hadn't he? "In that case, very well done. Here I've fallen right into your trap." He looked down at the half-drank bowl of Ale. "Is this the part where you tell me this has been tampered with? You needn't have bothered, but I can respect forethought and initiative." He sent Shilah another wink and a grin, hoping it would be clear enough that Percy was only joking around. Turns out some folks didn't like the insinuation that they would drug a stranger, go figure. "Talk" "Listen" Think |
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