Stavanger Bay [m] Be our guest

Yeah, I plan to check it out, he replies. And, I mean, that depends on your definition of singing and dancing, Bushtit adds without really thinking.

But she’s a blushing virgin, or so he assumes. He clears his throat. It’s kind of too bad she’s so young and inexperienced, because otherwise Bushtit feels like she could be such a catch. He’s just not into those things, though hopefully he’s made a good friend for life!

I’ll probably show up empty-handed, he goes on with a shrug, so I wouldn’t worry about it. Just come to network, like you said.

She stops in front of a stockpile, so he lingers behind her and observes. She sifts through the contents, extracting a few stems which she places in front of him. Bushtit does as he’s told and studies them. If she’s out of peppermint, these must be lemon balm and sage. He tries to guess which is which.

Noted, he says, dark eyes drifting up to Kirain’s face. I really appreciate it, Kirain.