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"So I did, Stigend." Garstan's eyes still glinted merrily. "They know well that they spent their day better in work together than they would have in their bickering, but they would rather keep their fight than show it." Garstan laughed again, shaking his head. "What a pair of proud boys we have. But they cannot keep it forever if they have more good luck together."
"I think they're just silly," Lčođern commented airily.
"Who's silly?" Garmund came around the table with a fresh bowl of soup and a small dish of bread.
"You are." Lčođern made a face.
In better spirits after his first helping and with Cnebba still away from the table, Garmund pointed at his sister's bowl in mock gravity. "Ha. I say it's silly to not have finished your soup by now. Last one finished is the silliest."
The children began eating as fast as they could.
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