Alastair's expression stumbles, with little grace to redeem himself, when Lee's words make a knot in his stomach. Lips part to offer something, voice pausing with uncertainty of just how his instincts would like to correct her wording...due mainly to the fact that there is actually nothing in her verbal imagery worth rectifying.
But the hand now in his is a sobering rock, heavy with more meaning than Alastair anticipated having to carry. He swallows firmly, determined to mimic Lee's smile. He's doing an okay job at it. "Yeah, it's nothing. Sorry it's not ah...Djinni ring or something. Those'll catch you a pretty penny, or...well, a pretty hundred thousand gold pennies." He isn't kidding.
He is smiling though, much more warmly now, as his free hand grabs for his tankard. He needs a lot more mead to wash out the feeling of a chipmunk trembling a hole right through his core.
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Alastair's expression stumbles, with little grace to redeem himself, when Lee's words make a knot in his stomach. Lips part to offer something, voice pausing with uncertainty of just how his instincts would like to correct her wording...due mainly to the fact that there is actually nothing in her verbal imagery worth rectifying.
But the hand now in his is a sobering rock, heavy with more meaning than Alastair anticipated having to carry. He swallows firmly, determined to mimic Lee's smile. He's doing an okay job at it. "Yeah, it's nothing. Sorry it's not ah...Djinni ring or something. Those'll catch you a pretty penny, or...well, a pretty hundred thousand gold pennies." He isn't kidding.
He is smiling though, much more warmly now, as his free hand grabs for his tankard. He needs a lot more mead to wash out the feeling of a chipmunk trembling a hole right through his core.