“Flatterer,” Ari told him with a laugh, taking her seat and allowing him to push in her chair for her. “A week of drunken debauchery with a side of bed rest always looks smashing on me.” But she did feel quite well again, and had only been green a short while after yesterday’s rocky landing. “Though I can’t say I’m sorry I went. It was… diverting. Wil makes for the best possible date to one of my mother’s events. I don’t think she knows whether she loves or hates him.” Between Wil’s shirtless presence and her injury, there had barely been time for her mother to grill her about her other doings. A successful visit all in all.
“I had quite the time wandering the booksellers’ bazaar the other day. You will have to tell me if your souvenir,” a gesture to the wrapped package, “meets with your approval.” The book contained two dozen of the most common lullabies from the region; though the request had been somewhat unexpected, she hoped that she had fulfilled it to his satisfaction.