Maybe it's a dream

“To us” He agreed, wondering what their future would bring. They would have time to figure it out. That was all he wanted in life. Time. Time to let her pack grow, time to adjust, time to let friendships build and roots to be planted. Time to fall in love. He smiled as she took a sip of the wine, and couldn’t help but laugh as she choked on the flavour. ‘Now a fan?” He asked as she choked out a description of its taste. Strong.

He took a sip himself, and let it burn down his throat. Sailors liked to drink, and he was no stranger to the taste. There was a sweetness to this one that was missing in the harder stuff his crew had preferred. “Perhaps I’ll find something weaker for you next time” he offered, filing away this little tidbit of her. He offered her some of the dried meat from the picnic to soak up the flavour in her mouth. “I traded for it at the market.” He explained, not sure on its original origins.

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