“I can sit in your room if you wish,” he added. “Can help you with tapping. And if you wish it, you may take seeds.” A mischievous smile curved his lips. “And Rov tells me medovukha was saved in fire, thank the Mother Goddess. Lady Saga, you can pit2 if you are liking.” Against her better judgment, a smile twisted Saga’s lips. “What is that?” Rurik chuckled. “Get drunk, ptichka3. You can get pickled on medovukha for whole trip. I won’t tell anyone.”
