Cami peered around the door, returning smiles for the kitchen staff's quizzical glances. She smiled at the cook, and gestured at the redfaced dishwasher who was, despite standing on a stool, still barely chin-high to the sink. "How's he doing?"
"Only broken two wineglasses so far, " the cook said, straightfaced.
"Oh, dear. Gamba, you really must be more careful."
"Yes, Ma'am, " Gamba slurred, concentrating with great effort on the next dish.
"My goodness, " Cami murmured, looking at the great stacks of dishes on the counter beside the boy, "He'll be busy for quite a while, won't he?"
The cook nodded.
Cami smiled, and retreated with pleasure to the main room of the Inn.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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