Harun looked at him for a long moment, then away, and his ears went flat to his head. “I’m sorry.”
Kelwyn sighed, then gave a little shrug. “I ain’t gonna kill myself over it. And hey, they’ve got mulled cider over there. Come on, you can buy me one.”
* * * *
“Ah yeah, that’s the stuff. Sure you don’t want some?”
Harun couldn’t help but smile as Kelwyn sipped his mulled cider with almost melodramatic satisfaction. The slender avian’s antics were always amusing. “No, as I said, perhaps after moonset.” He glanced at the sky, noting the moon’s steadily lowering position. “Which will be soon.”
“Booze doesn’t agree with your cat self?”
“Most things do not. Lions are meant to eat one thing only, and that is meat. Admittedly a little cider will likely not make me ill, but I would not enjoy
