“Got a surprise for you, too.” Durham’s arm hairs twitched. “Oh?” Gammi reached into the sack and pulled out a limp stack of pancakes. He plopped them down onto Durham’s plate, gave Durham a grin then turned and sat down on them. Durham’s mouth was hanging open as if it had intended to say something to prevent his pancakes from being sat upon but had been too stupefied by the notion that a dwarf was sitting on his pancakes to actually express anything. Gammi stood back up and gestured grandly at the somewhat flatter stack. The pancakes had lines criss-crossing them from the chainmail and were
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