"The boy's right, you know," John quipped, wagging a finger at Vincent.

"Your dancing is pretty bad."

He turned to Fennik, and brandished the digit at him instead.

"And YOU, stop encouraging him with all his earth-speak. It's all strange words and difficult foods over there anyways."

The half-giant smirked. The evening had taken a strange turn for sure, but not quite an unpleasant one. He wondered what the boy would do when the evening wound down. It was an hour's walk back into the city from his house. He'd be hungry in the morning too, and walking back was easier in the daytime. Set upon putting the boy up for the night, he turned his attention to more frivolity.

"Who's turn is it? I was thinking."