Reply To: The Chronicles of the Flying Fish Inn
“Bloody good job as well, Idle,” grunted Mater, trundling out from the pantry. “Guess who else is coming.”
It was more of a resigned statement than a question. Idle raised an eyebrow and let it rest, for the time being. She had rather hoped there would be some interest in her own trip.
“Hey ho,” she said. Home. She was home.