Stavanger Bay i'm impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo

gratitude -- that was certainly not the emotion murgash expected. for a split moment he felt bad about potentially poisoning the guy - but then as he saw the boy enjoying his meal, it roused his stomach to the point where he almost lunged for the grub himself. all that kept him from hungrily setting in on the cache was doe's threat - murgash might have liked the lady, but he knew the feeling was not mutual. plus, he knew from experience all women were crazy.

"don' mention it." he answered, his blithe expression suddenly serious: but no, seriously, don't mention it. he hardly envisioned the news that he had possibly poisoned a puppy would go over well with doe. typical woman,  never letting him have fun, food, or anything.

"say, ye know wot a 'red snappa' is?"