Re: Bryn and Kat
"When I died? Or how I met Magnus?" Bryn kicked up her feet again. Holding her mugh in between her hands, in front of her face. "I don't mind, it's more than a thousand years ago. And I've made my peace with it. I've even forgave your Uncle." She chuckled softly.
"But we're going to be well and fully drunk by the end. I promise you that."