[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

She wasn’t interested in Ruth’s story at the moment, but it was a friendship important to Nairn that drew in her curiosity. Nodding, Meg agreed, Yeah, he mentioned that, made a comment about me being ‘a reminder of home.’ Her head shook, not sure exactly what that meant.

Cute? Megara laughed, her cheeks flushing, but she tried to bypass the comment flustering her, for humour instead. Weirdo more like it. Pretty sure Bertie’s gonna regret taking me on one day. Why’d I hire the mad gardener who nags me about my gubbed knee, tells me to eat my veggies and won’t give me drugs when I don’t need them? Chuckling, she’d shrug, there were worse fates than being tied to the Coterie.

As he took the door from her, holding it open and giving her the directions the elf grinned, teeth nibbling the edges of her lip before nodding and brightly skipping ahead. Left, taking the passage, 6 doors… one, two, three… only looking back along as she came to the next turn. Now in the safety of the tunnels, Meg risked a ball of light into the air, illuminating the space better.

Must be nice not always having to go to the mess… does that mean your room is nearby too? It made sense it would be, though seeing it wasn’t anywhere near the agenda of the evening. Or you gotta share like the rest? That be annoying. Bertie’s a terrible snorer.