Raefindan looked up as Mellonin choked on her drink.
"Mellonin, are you all right?"
Muffled explosions of laughter at her own clumsiness alternated with coughing spells, both of which she vainly tried to suppress. Finally she calmed herself, wheezing slightly. Raefindan watched her, worried.
"I'm sorry, " she coughed. "Where were we?"
"Metal spoons."
She continued, wheezing. "Mettle spoons. It reminds me of Nettle. Nettle spoons... Ouch. That sounds like a very uncomfortable way to eat."
He decided to change the subject slightly. "I remember that I didn't walk very long distances the way people here commonly do. Somehow, traveling was less time consuming. I'm not certain how or why."
"You rode horses." Mellonin shrugged.
"Not normally."
"Mumak?" she said, alarm in her voice.
Raefindan laughed. "No. No Mumakil."
She relaxed. "But where did you ride to?"
"Classes."
She frowned.
And so did he, putting his head into his hands. "I don't understand. I can't remember."
"Eat, " she said. "How about some more soup?"
He sighed. "Please."
She got up to fetch a round of seconds, and he stared at the table.
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