Calentathar's eyes grew wide. "Allow me to congratulate you, lady, and wish you continued good health." He exchanged uneasy glances with Gaerbrethil, and carefully studied Ceolwyn. "The wait-staff here is very perceptive, my lady, and will meet your needs. But if you would prefer something mild, such as salted oat-cake, I would be happy to find you some."
Gaerbrethil nodded in agreement, and waited breathlessly for Ceolwyn's answer.
At another table, Hîriest chuckled quietly for quite some time. "Well told, friend."
Oak frowned. "What is an avocado?"
Hîriest let a sinister light into his eyes, and raised one eyebrow just a little. "It has knobbly dark skin," he said. "Inside it is pale oily green... with a great slimy stone inside."
Oak shuddered, and gazed at the elf with a new respect.
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