“Send me that Eleri girl!” That old woman is a bit bossy, Eleri thought. As if I am just a story prop to make use of. I don’t know about her having a word with me, I think I need to spell a few things out to her!
“Now listen, old woman,” Eleri said, approaching Margoritt with a determined step, “There are a few things you need to know about me. I am…”
“But I just…”
“No, you need to listen. I am…”
“I just wanted to…”
“I am…”
“I just wanted to tell you there is a cake…”
“I…did you say cake?”