The D'Riel's unsuitably intense make-out session had been slightly disturbed by the passage of Chez and Theara, heading up the stairs at speed. Ghet could not have been more delighted, except possibly if she'd been paying slightly more attention.
She removed her hand from down the back of her husband's trousers. Mostly. Sort of. "Look, there's food," she said. "Jerri went to all that trouble, it would be terrible if a horde of D'Riels didn't fall upon it. I mean, shit, figuratively, not literally. Don't fall on the food."
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