That Davem ! Wasn't it just like him? To come nipping in from the Books forum and make off lickety-split with a fine bottle. One of these days, Child vowed, I shall drag him down to the Green Dragon Inn and stand him up on one of the tables, and not let him out till he's come up with a poem for the entertainment of our guests.
As she saw Littlemanpoet whisking by, she reached out a hand and tapped him on the shoulder. "You do know the way to a matron's heart. Praise me and I'll have little to say. But mention my "children"--the flesh and blood ones, or the ones in print--and I'll definitely forgive your earlier nonsense." With that Child saluted Imp and again went about her business of passing out drinks.
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