"Right!" Virginity cults forgotten, Aarien slapped her hand on the bar, and then climbed over the top of it. "What shall we have? There are a lot of bottles back here, you know. Oo, that one's a pretty purple colour, I wonder what it is. Are you hungry? Do you want a squirrel? Flash-fried squirrel on a stick, it's the house special. It sounds disgusting. It's actually less traumatic if you know the squirrels personally."
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