Marcie couldn't help a surprised giggle. "Not shoe. Choux. Cee-aich-oh-you-ex. It's French. Oh, those red seeds are pomegranate. Have you tried that before? A whole pomegranate fruit kinda looks like a bloody heart when you cut it open." Maybe Tragos would feel better sticking to the honey cakes and the cup of punch.
She tipped her head back and looked up at the stars. They sure looked beautiful tonight. She couldn't help a yawn as she did, and as she raised a hand to cover it, her gaze fell across a balcony a couple of floors up. She gripped hold of Tragos' elbow almost without thinking.
"That's her," she whispered, her heart jumping painfully. Much had his back to her, but the woman was looking up at him. From what she could see from so far away, but them illuminated by dripping lights above, Much's girl was beautiful. Dark hair, full breasts, a trim figure- utterly perfect. Marcie's face was openly hurt for a moment as she watched, before she schooled it back to neutrality- or as close as she could get.