*scratches his chin* Arien? She's sort of— What I mean is she really— Never mind. You'd remember her if you saw her.
*doesn't make a move to sit up at the bar* *just eyes the glass warily*
It doesn't look like it's laced with anything but that's not especially conclusive, is it? Where's an expert on colorless, odorless, probably tasteless though I'm starting to worry I'll find that out for myself toxins when you really need one? I hear "dying" is such a drag. He wouldn't kill me with this many...one...witness around, would he? How many cops do you actually have to have on your payroll to get away with murder? Is it proportional to the circumstances or the victim although...he doesn't actually live here...does that make a difference? All these damned mortals are related, though. Findekáno's a decent guy, though, and that'd mean a ton of paperwork for him. He's been really irritable lately. Írissë's driving him crazy. I should probably talk to her. He's really going out of his way to make this a great experience for us. That place we went for lunch the other day? I never thought of putting fries on the sandwich but it totally works! Yeah, Findekáno really knows where it's at around here. I think I really prefer Hithlum to Menegroth. I wonder where she wants to honeymoon. We really should've figured these things out sooner. Maybe I'll ask the mother-in-law for some advice; she seems to travel a lot. Not sure if she's one to go to for any sort of advice, though, poor woman and
I'm sure it's great advice, too, but I should really be getting home. *hopefully* Big day tomorrow, you know?