Zulmire nodded at Desiree. He picked up the cake scraps on his plate, then on the three plates beside him, stuffing the lot into his mouth. The shaman was promptly rewarded with an aggressive whack from Arte, which caused him to laugh with his mouth full of cake.
“You be disgustin’!” Arte growled as she whacked him again. “Sorreh, Desireh’. I cannot beh’ excusin’ ‘da disgustingness o’ my mate. You probably experience ‘da same thing with your own… not now, buh’ one day. One day he disgust you…”
“That’s very judgemental of you, Arte.” Kalysto frowned. “Drink more wine….” He picked up a glass to pour himself another. “One for the road… come on, lets go…”