One of the riders down the table whistles low. “Do you boys just want to whip it out and measure? It would be faster.” Liam smothers a laugh, but his shoulders shake. “Enough!” Mira slams her hands on the table. “Oh, come on, Sorrengail,” the rider down the table whines with a wide smile. Both Mira and I look his way. “I mean…the older Sorrengail. This is the best entertainment we’ve had in ages.”