Aarien poured for him while she spoke. This was kind of fun: perhaps she should take Rivgo's job instead. "It's not so much... it's just my mother. She wants to help so much. And she'd be delighted. And by the time she'd finished helping, there'd be nothing left for me to do. Riv! Where'd you leave the- oh, there it is."
She picked up the lighter, which was right in front of her, and flamed Ares' drink. And most of her thumb. She dropped the lighter, thankfully not the drink, and put her thumb to her mouth. "Skagging rhul! Ow! Maybe I won't do this for a job..."
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