"It'll take less time if ye get yer lass t'bring in some o'her own," Zhi'd make a fairly suggestive gesture. As for the first question. . ."An' why would I do that, when yer jes so much fun?"
She leaned over to slap Miza on the shoulder. "I ain't raised ye t'drink juice, lass!"
Zhi honestly didn't remember which of them was older. She didn't care. It was an old joke. She told Baderon what she wanted to drink, and leaned back towards Miza, "bet ye twenty-five he's th'first what drops out."
Then she was hopping off her stool and heading for Thatcher's table, confidence oozing from her every pore.
She leaned over to slap Miza on the shoulder. "I ain't raised ye t'drink juice, lass!"
Zhi honestly didn't remember which of them was older. She didn't care. It was an old joke. She told Baderon what she wanted to drink, and leaned back towards Miza, "bet ye twenty-five he's th'first what drops out."
Then she was hopping off her stool and heading for Thatcher's table, confidence oozing from her every pore.
