Niniel smiled in welcome surprise when Dynaviir came and sat down at her table. He looked tired, like he hadn't been sleeping too well the past few nights.
"B-b-bad n-n-night's sleep?" she asked. "You l-l-l-look like you c-c-could use a g-g-g-great deal of c-c-c-c-coffee." She proffered her as yet untouched mug and smiled again. He took the cup gratefully. It smelled wonderful and just breathing in the aroma seemed to make him feel a little better.
"H-h-how is Doi-Doi-Doienwei?" she asked, a little chagrined that she had not visited the friendly little pony. For that matter, she was sorry that she hadn't sought out the friendly little pony's master. Dynaviir was one of the few people with whom she felt that she could speak freely. Well, as freely as one can speak when one suffers from a chronic stutter.
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