lavitz/kiernan | bazaar | early afternoon
"I'd like to hear you do better," Kiernan challenged, and then considered it a moment. All things considered, and especially accounting for the fact that the nobility probably indoctrinated its children into saying every foreign word correctly to avoid embarrassing themselves, Lavitz probably could say it perfectly. "Never mind," he quickly amended.
Kiernan halted in the line in front of the booth, settling both of them in their place at the back. Hopefully they moved fast; fortunately, most Ordalians around here seemed adamant on getting their customers through quickly. Made sense; make more sales, make more money. "Until we puke?" He grinned over at Lavitz. "Nah, we need to save some room for all the booze later. So... halfway to puking, then."