Plopping into the seat and letting out a very long, somewhat dramatic yet very warranted sigh, I immediately reached for one of the many pitchers of wine that had been set out and decided that this was one of the times I was going to ignore my Mother... both of them, specifically.
Both Mother and Mother Ria were frowning as they watched me claim a single pitcher for myself, and yet neither of them said anything as I poured out a glass and instantly drained half of it, starting this party as soon as I possibly could.
And by party I just meant a damn good dinner that would be made by someone else while I got to listen to the crazy yet also somewhat generic background lore that was being laid bare by the Empress and her wooden wife, something I was definitely interested in but not as interested as I was in this wine.
