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Originally Posted by Nerwen
"Drinks are on me," she told them. "I'm celebrating. Oh, and would you like to play again, Formy? Perhaps I'll win my pom-oms back from you."  |
"Pom poms?"
Formendacil paused guiltily, noting
Nerwen's fluttering eyelashes. Did
all the Downer girls
have to be pretty? "Oh. Those pom poms."
He glanced guiltily back at the table the cards had been at, and could just catch a glimpse of one of the poms where he had tried stuffing them under the seat.
"Sorry," he said, "I must've lost them... somewhere. I think I'll sit this game out. I'd rather lose my devalued Canadian dollars on English ales than cards."
And maybe he'd avoid looking for
Sally just yet.
Brinn had just walked in, and as the only Downer of his previous acquaintance, he wanted to say hi--and then perhaps slip off to a corner to pray Vespers. At least if
Nilp or
Isabellkya hadn't taken all the good corners, anyway...