The Last Light (The Wandering Inn, #5)

by Pirateaba

She was making the hors d’oeuvres disappear at one of the banquet tables. He coughed as Peclir put him down and checked his notes. Foliana looked at him expectantly. “Word for word the exact same speech you gave last year. And the year before that.” Unashamed, the Squirrel woman scratched at her ears. “The same people keep coming back. I think they like the story. And he’s back this year. Mm. He probably eats muffins too. Don’t you think?” “On campaign? I doubt he would. From what I know of the man, he doesn’t feast himself and eats like his soldiers.” Niers had a hard time imagining Flos eating muffins in any circumstance. Foliana shrugged. “Mm. But when does the King of Destruction eat muffins, then? In bed? It’s important to know these things.” “Why? Are you planning on killing him?” “Very hard. But I could do it if he ate muffins. No one’s on their guard when eating muffins.”

She so nutty, I love her. ;P (pun intended)