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"I enjoy many dishes, no preferences or allergens," Sasha smiled, glancing at Israfel. She was good? He liked her?
That was kind of a pity, but the smile on her lips didn't waver.
"And I would be more than happy to tell you everything I know, Solia. It isn't much, but I've got some pictures you might like to look at, and I can tell you all about Scotland."
Well, not all about Scotland. Certainly not about the way she'd probably killed her own grandmother.
"Later this week?"