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“You seem in a good mood,” Aellyn noted as she finished the last bite of her salad. The cutlery clacked loudly against the plate, but I hardly heard it.
“What?”
The Wood Elf gestured to me. “I said, you seem in a good mood. Lots of smiling.”
“Oh. No reason,” I lied, suppressing the urge to look at Ryoko sitting a couple of tables away.
“Okay then… I’m excited for key-making today. I’ve had a piece of wood delivered from the Home tree.”
“Cool. I’m making my key out of brass.” I ate the last of my meatball pasta and wiped my mouth on the napkin. “I’m ready to go.”
“Me too.” She grabbed her colourful bag and we left our outsider table.
I shot a regretful look at the Valkyrie head table. It sucked when our schedules didn’t line up and Flavia and the others had a late lunch. Without
