Hope stopped her pondering and turned her attention back to Xenedra, she placed the glass carefully back on the table.
"Not really. It is a bit too sweet. I tend to prefer a more sour red, when I can manage to get it. He said to order it if I got a look like the one I got from you earlier. I have no idea why. He doesn't give instructions so much as he gives me riddles sometimes. I can usually figure out what he means."
Hope slips into a brief troubled look, and then back into a grin.
"No matter. Sometimes you are the fox, others the chicken. Or something like that."
"Not really. It is a bit too sweet. I tend to prefer a more sour red, when I can manage to get it. He said to order it if I got a look like the one I got from you earlier. I have no idea why. He doesn't give instructions so much as he gives me riddles sometimes. I can usually figure out what he means."
Hope slips into a brief troubled look, and then back into a grin.
"No matter. Sometimes you are the fox, others the chicken. Or something like that."