People start spilling off the side, Hugo holds out his hands, widening his stance to maintain balance, and I jerk my eyes to Hawke. And he smiles. “We’re going to laugh about this someday!” he says. I gape at him, and he just starts laughing. “This isn’t funny!” I bark. “It will be when I get you drunk later!” I slap his arm. “Hawke!” What an… I grit my teeth. He’s just like his mom. Trouble is only bad if it doesn’t work out. Blah, blah, blah…
