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... s stew. I would probably write a love letter to this stew.'
Ren looked over. "It good?"
"Don't talk to me," he said. "I'm in mourning for every meal that wasn't this."
She grinned and tossed him a piece of bread. He caught it without looking.
Ashwing snored under the table.
The fire crackled in the hearth. Outside, wind whispered under the eaves, but not enough to matter.
Meren dunked his bread into his stew and looked like he'd seen a vision.
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