The old adage is "Familiarity breed contempt," but what happens when familiarity is old enough that it becomes a tradition? Maybe it was just Aaden.The old adage is "Familiarity breed contempt," but what happens when familiarity is old enough that it becomes a tradition? Maybe it was just Aaden. I smiled as the thought spoke itself to me. Sitting down, I watched him take his seat across the table from me. I don't know if he saw me watching, and it doesn't matter. I love him. I love watching him. I love being with him. We sat and talked and dinner was served by a short Mephit who seemed rather nervous as he took instructions. He was clearly a contractual alanailen, although I couldn't tell if the innkeeper or some other person was his contractual master. It didn't matter. He did take our orders perfectly, returning with the drinks, and then with the food. I was surprised at how well they interpreted "rare"; with the right equipment I think P'nyssa could have made this prime rib "moo" again. |