"Wings?" Said Hookbill, still lying on the floor, and a little dazed (so he did not notice the sarcasm in Esty's voice) "I can't see what importance that bears at all, Mss Esty."
Hookbill then leaped to his feet and peered about the room. He straightened his waistcoat and placed his flute back in his pocket (it came apart so it could fit there). Sipping on a glass of wine he was already regretting, Hookbill Staggered back to him chair only to find that someone had already taken it.
"Ah well," he sighed, "it's only solitaire."
"I beg you're pardon?" said the Wight in the chair, "What has Solitaire got to do with it?"
"It's an old expression," explained Hookbill, "Oh, never mind."
Last edited by Hookbill the Goomba; 05-01-2005 at 03:02 PM.
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