Book 4: Chapter 6: A Special Moment
And so it was time for another emergency meeting of the Thirsty Goat Family. This time with steak sandwiches and white sauce. Everyone was in attendance, except Kirk, who was off human-ing.
The meeting immediately ground to a halt as the only sounds in the living room were groans of pleasure and the wet smacking of mastication. A word that means chewing, you dirty minded shitgibbons
I was of two minds. One one side they were incredibly delicious sandwiches. On the other, it reminded me a bit too much of the sandwiches Bran used to make in the mining camp. Which made me think of brain-jacking Abilities and giant ants and… well, focus on the now Pete. Breath in, breath out, remember the King’s beaming face.
Honestly, it worked pretty well. The King’s massive charisma made him very easy to remember, and thoughts of him immediately wiped out any other worries. I’d have to send him a thank you bottle of wine when I made one.
Though… it would probably be worse than the original. Shit, that was going to be annoying. I was going from being the best brewer, to almost certainly the worst. At least it would be good for the Forefather of Brewing’s ego.
The first to finish their sandwich and talk was Richter. “Can I just get ‘dis straight? Peter, you’ve been offered ‘da chance to become an Ambassador. ‘Dey want you to go topside and teach all ‘de dwarves and elves how to brew beer?”
I nodded.
Richter nodded. “Okay. Let me just be ‘de first to say, ‘dat sounds amazing, and I am very happy for you. Also, FUCK no, I’m staying here.”
The usually straight-laced Richter really got that swear word out there, and there was a hacking sound as Annie patted Aqua on the back while the blue-bearded dwarfess choked on her sandwich.