“Um…I’m not sure,” Fin replied, taking on a pose of the utmost concentration, “after that wonderful porridge I don’t think I could possibly eat anymore!”
“Full already,” Celeb teased, "surely not.”
Fin scowled at her, but it quickly broke into a smile, “perhaps a drink to wash it down.” Nariah left the tabletop, which was now shining brightly, and made her way behind the bar.
“What would you like, Fin,” she asked, starring at him.
“To early for ale, really,” he said, “so better just make it a glass of water. Need to be on top form today, no room for drunks!”
As Nariah poured his water from a jug on the side and he turned so that he faced both women, “looking forward to starting? It seems we have a good company.”
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