that doesn’t mean what you think it means

”I thought so too. The music is better than the rowdy singing at some of the other bonfires,” Vai remarked, smirking as he made himself comfortable. Lifting the bottle to her lips again, he would see that there was still plenty left, even if she was not quite of the same opinion about sharing. ”And everything has a price, especially in the dark on the longest night of the year,” she said, lifting the bottle as if to say cheers. Her crooked smile should tell him all about her good nature and generosity, but she was at least decent enough to offer her price when he asked for it. ”You’re lucky, I’m not a highly strung woman. This lady likes stories. Give me your best tale, and the bottle’s all yours.” vervain well i'll rest my eyes and i'll let the earth breathe