"You're a lucky man, Mister Castiglioni!" Ramon roared, lifting his wine cup, "How about a toast?! To the finest Popoto I'll ever meet in this life!"
The toast was well received-- well enough that Coraline no longer had to worry about trying overmuch to avoid awkwardness.
Lucrezia filled her husband's wine cup... thankfully, not too full. Even Lord Arod seemed to be infected by the mood, lifting his wine glass to toast the happy couple.
It *was* Elven wine. That undoubtedly influenced the Ancient's willingness.
Walking around the dining hall, he still stayed six fulms away from Mister Ramon, at all times. Even copious amounts of booze didn't patch up xenophobia so easily, it seemed.
With glasses emptied, Giorgio blinked his drunken eyes as he gazed across the table... at the boisterous, red-skinned tiefling, "And you, Mister Ramon? If you could choose a woman to spend the rest of your suns with?"
Random fact: The name “Moonshine” is related to a criminal profession called “Moonrakers”, known for smuggling kegs of strong spirits in the cover of night, pulling them out of the river by rake.
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Ugh. Due to a terrible blunder, the Author clicked Publish Now instead of setting the schedule properly... This means that yesterday, I published 2500 words and today I'm publishing 1500. Usually, it's 1500/2000.
Only I care about the sloppiness, I'm sure... but I really wanted the "Your wife, obviously" line to be at the end of the previous chapter.