To his surprise, his mouth opened and words came out. “I like beer.” Lief’s expression lit up. “Good for you.” “I like you, too. You make beer happen.” The words came out in fits and starts, and not very clearly, and Nth was not entirely sure why he was saying them, but they were just welling up inside him without much volition. If this was a human thing, it was not something Penthos had prepared him for.
