Nevin had, unlike Fenn, paid attention to what Sketch had ordered for them, though he hadn't thought the Snow Fae's reaction would be this violent. With a slight chuckle and a shake of his head he took the cinnamon drink and swapped it for his mug of water, and pushed the uneaten half of his bread over to the small man-boy. He pulled the stew over as he shook his head.
"Take some of the bread, chew it,
and swallow with the water. It will help calm down the burning in your mouth. Miss, can we get some milk as well?" He took the proffered rag as the waitress nodded, her eyes wide as she stared at the spreading sheen of frost. He shooed the woman off with a wave of his hand as he refocused his gaze on Sketch, shaking his head.
"I didn't mention earlier, but Fenn isn't human. As you can no doubt tell now." A tilt of his head indicated the frost that coated a fair portion of the table now. This would also change things, he hoped, in terms of the morality that Sketch was preaching. Different races, and especially the Fae, had different views of morality because they didn't live the same lives.
