Styrm's gaze drifted over to the server across the room. "Aye, I may jus'." Hot though it was, distracted though he was, lackadaisical layabout though he could be, he felt that he saw something in Joz, something jittery. Bah, he thought, probably jus' the heat.
"Not til later, though," he said. "Now? Now I'm sharin' a meal with me good pal Jozzie." He nudged her again then returned to his food.
"Not til later, though," he said. "Now? Now I'm sharin' a meal with me good pal Jozzie." He nudged her again then returned to his food.