Halia had to swallow her laughter. "The British sort," she snickered, before pushing the plate over in favor of the refreshments behind it. At leas the British couldn't mess up a drink... right?
Wrong.
Halia made a face as she swallowed the wine. It was bitter and dry and there was nothing good about it. "I've decided I'm not hungry," she muttered, putting down the glass. She looked up at Makoa and then towards the British players.
"At least we know they'll be malnourished during the game."
Wrong.
Halia made a face as she swallowed the wine. It was bitter and dry and there was nothing good about it. "I've decided I'm not hungry," she muttered, putting down the glass. She looked up at Makoa and then towards the British players.
"At least we know they'll be malnourished during the game."