Berrod sat there awkwardly squinting the entire time the other Highlander had been gone, rather unsure of what the hells he wanted to say to these people. They weren't his usual crowd, far from it. Why'd he even sit down there in the first place? Bunch o' Yahoos.Â
Eagerly he looked toward the tray that the man had returned, hoping to see something nice, like fried potato skins, or bacon -- or meat cuts. A pitcher of dark ale, perhaps...?
...tea.
His latest grimace was the most catastrophic of the lot, though he worked painstakingly to mitigate it and construct something slightly resembling a smile. Girly-snacks.Â
"Er -- thanks, fella; you ain't missed much."
Eagerly he looked toward the tray that the man had returned, hoping to see something nice, like fried potato skins, or bacon -- or meat cuts. A pitcher of dark ale, perhaps...?
...tea.
His latest grimace was the most catastrophic of the lot, though he worked painstakingly to mitigate it and construct something slightly resembling a smile. Girly-snacks.Â
"Er -- thanks, fella; you ain't missed much."
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