"I wasn't able to get out to see it," Gretchen responded, ruefully. "I heard some of it, though." She settled back in the lush booth, pulling Nat closer and idly winding strands of her hair through her fingers. She loved this mead, although she didn't drink it often, she wasn't a frequent patron of Diamond, the Troll's Head was much more her speed. Even so, she greatly enjoyed the drink, it made her feel warm and happy. "I'll have to come out and see you one of these days, though."
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