Hmm, perhaps she did not mean to be cruel in her manner, so he decided that forgiveness was a good idea. “I rather do, but then again, how exactly were you to know such a thing before meeting me, hmm?” he smiled, weakly.
“Precisely my point. Truly, I’m sorry. Let me buy you a drink.”
At the mention of a drink, he perked out and his smile doubled in size. “I cannot refuse such a tempting offering. Very well then.”
He had a pretty infectious smile. Summer couldn’t resist grinning back, before she wove her way off to the counter, returning with a huge mug for him and a little cup for herself. “There. Amends made? I shan’t mock your title again, Fandral the dashing. Still curious about that demonstration, though.”