“Half past midnight, I believe,” Summer said, glancing up. She gave a half-smile back. Cute guy; why was he talking to her? “Or much too late for sensible people to still be awake.”
As soon as she said her last part, Fandral’s smile was quick and full of mischief. “Ah, but my lady, I’ve never been sensible,” he replied immediately. Then he bowed. “But I thank you for the information.”
“As you can see, I’m not terribly sensible either.” She offered a brief curtsey, hand over heart. “I’m Summer, fellow nonsensical person.”