"Completely,"An'Thaya responded. She had been watching Galain with fond amusement, and honestly felt bad about his sock. Va'Larin was probably right though,it had been an old and stinky sock. Galain was glorious, he was also horribly cheap.
She turned to look at the three Mars women and her brother who had slid into the booth with them, his arm around his blonde wife.
"Jerri has made eggnog and wassail. Preference?" She already new Val's. She glanced at the sooty newcomer and grinned. "Nog? Wassail? Firehose?"
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