“Want your gifts, old man?” I snorted. “Old man. How old are you, mushroom man?” He chuckled, picking up a pile of cloth-wrapped gifts from the table. “Still young enough to keep up with your brother’s voracious appetite, don’t worry.” I cringed, accepting the gift he passed me. “Maybe I should enforce a royal decree stating no one is allowed to make suggestive comments about my brother.” Gillie shot me a wide fae grin. “Bring it on, king. I’ll just shout them all from the dungeon.”
