Freyr laughed along with Vreta. As she’d learned since the incident, the judicial application of alcohol was helping her temporarily escape her overheating mind and the gravity of her responsibilities. Freyr knew in the back of her mind that it made things worse a bit later down the line, but once again she tried to suppress that acknowledgement in favour of enjoying the moment. “Don’t talk yourself down like that. You’re already a hero in my eyes; you did save my life, remember?” Freyr grinned, cradling her face between the backs of both her hands.

[i]“So one glass of extra strong wine is all it takes to turn your frown upside down - good to know! Kalax and I might go to a club after this; he can get us VIP perks. Would you and your new boyfriend like to come?”[/i] 595 sent from the next table. Freyr shook her head, smiling at the agent’s persistent teasing. At any rate, she hadn’t been to a club in, well, over a decade. With her buzz on, it all sounded rather exciting. “So...we’ve just been invited to a club after dinner. How do you feel about that? I must admit i’m curious to see how Threrians enjoy themselves after dark.” Freyr asked Vreta.