I'm glad I didn't eat every crumpet on Niall's oh-so-tempting plate, because the meaty, hearty, spicy smell of sausage and peppers makes my stomach growl.
Demos drools, and I don't bother teasing him about it. Gussie, however, tries to get him to keep his slobber to a minimum. [You're in public.] She sounds like a boss bird. A Generalissimo.
It is an obstacle course getting through the flock of villagers flitting around the market square, but Niall's cottage isn't far from the sausage and pepper vendor. Unfortunately, everyone in the village has the exact same hankering for Piro Ramaki's sausage and pepper sandwiches.
"We'll be late." Kaline's head is on a swivel and her neck curving every which way as she tries to see around the line of villagers. "Oh, we shouldn't have stayed so long at the cottage..."
"It can't be helped." Vedette thrusts several gold pieces into Kaline's hands. "Here, you stay in line and I'll have a look around and see if I can't spot our friend."
