Sythe: There’s the table. Just ask it for whatever you want and it appears! If they have it.
Maren: Huh… handy. Could have used this at my tavern.
Maren: (Thoughts) Gods… am I really actually considering this? He said it wouldn’t be serious, so it doesn’t have to mean anything.
Maren: (Thoughts) But still! He’s a Keidran! Am I crazy?
Sythe: Maren, not to shoot myself in the foot, but I told you, it’s okay if you’re uncomfortable. I know humans don’t go this fast.
Sythe: We can just take it easy.
Maren: Ngh… Tell me, Wolfboy! Just how different are you from a human?
Sythe: Uh… huh? In what regard?
Maren: You know what I mean! How do you… compare?
Sythe: Um, I’m not really sure? But… I mean, I’m not wearing any pants right now…
Maren: Drinks! Yes! Need drinks!
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