That’s right, I’m doing another Sunday mini-storyline! This time it won’t be dragged out over half a year by main-plot interruptions, either. This time it’s planned.
A café with Ceannic food that isn’t hard for Leif to eat . . . in short, mostly fruit & sugar.
Leif: Thorn . . . I hope this doesn’t offend you, but . . .
Well, I’ve been looking up articles about your recovery. From the dragon? Like, the physical stuff. The burns and all.
Thorn: Um . . . I’m not “offended”. But . . .
A lot of the news about that is wrong. They’re guessing. Or making things up.
— at least, that’s how it used to be. It got hard to read, so I made myself stop looking at it.
Leif: Yeah . . . I thought it might be hard for you to talk about, which is why I didn’t just ask . . . But the articles kept contradicting each other. Or saying things that I can see in person are wrong.
And a lot of them take a very prurient interest.
Thorn: Sorry, I don’t know what “prurient” means —
[tap tap tap]
Leif (typed): It means they were inappropriately nosy about how/whether you have sex now
Thorn: You know . . . that’s not “prurient” when it comes from you.