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"That would be most kind of you, Lady Saeryn," answered Eodwine. "You have found clothing I see for the change in the weather. It suits you well."
"Thank you," Saeryn smiled, getting up and moving toward the kitchen, and through the door.
"That one," mumbled Falco through the last bite of his first supper, "will not want for suitors."
Eodwine grinned. "Aye." He stretched luxuriously, his spirits lifted by the thought that his appetite was soon to be sated.
Moments later Saeryn returned with a well stocked tray, with food for more than one. Eodwine set to, and Falco went straight into his second supper.
"What have you been up to this afternoon, Saeryn?" asked Eodwine.
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