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Harreld and Garreth
"B-but, there are two of you," Ayeth stammered.
"Why, so there are..." mused Garreth. The twins eyed each other, brows lowering.
Suddenly one of the lasses at the next table laughed aloud. Leaning over, she whispered loudly Ayeth. "Have ye ever noticed, miss, that when ye least expect it, yon brawny adventurous sorts arrive? Methinks it might be planned a'purpose."
Ayeth giggled helplessly while the twins blushed.
The young woman said, "If my friends here don't mind, you are all welcome to join us."
"Aye," Garreth said, breaking into a grin, "we'll join you." He glanced at Ayeth. "That is, if the lass wishes it." Ayeth nodded, picking up her plate. "It's decided then."
"Keep these two in hand, then, will you, Saeryn?" said Bęthberry, who winked, and made off to the kitchen.
"Mind you, Harreld," Garreth said as they came over, "it was I as spoke to the lassie first."
Harreld rolled his eyes as he took a seat between Eodwine and Saeryn. "Very well, brother. Seems there's an uncommonly plentiful supply of young lassies to keep us company this morning."
Saeryn aimed the three prongs of her fork at Harreld meaningfully. "Now don't ye be getting any silly ideas about me!"
Wide eyed, Harreld raised both hands in a gesture of surrender. The two men and the hobbit chuckled merrily.
Garreth saw to Ayeth's seating, next to the waifish girl, and sat between Ayeth and the hobbit. "Now then! Let us have some introductions! Seems we're all new faces to each other! A most happy omen, that!"
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