"It's true!" Theo replied, his grin growing wider at Milo's shock. Someone who knew him well would have known better than to encourage him, but there was no one in Torchline who knew him well, and he intended to keep it that way. "Their idea of a good time was to sit around reading essays about politics and soil quality. Awful."
What should they use for the pot? Theo didn't have a lot on him. If he had, he would've gotten lodgings somewhere and ridden out the storm. But he did have a few trinkets ... "Well, I'll toss in this."
He pulled a beaded necklace out of his pocket, each bead a chunky piece of painted glass. Then he untied the string and took off a bead, pushing it forward into the "pot." "Low ante, yeah?"
can't say good morning without lying twice
