Shady

Aeron glanced up to be sure Marge had heard, and she did and was pouring. So he glanced back over at Tove. “Yeahhh… seemed a wee bit… naive. But… not ...

(Haha big dumb oaf just wants everyone to get along and doesn’t know what to do) (And that’s fantastic friendship right there! I’m contemplating getting Texas Roadhouse Rolls. Just. Rolls. ...

(You should 1000% get a waffle) Aeron sipped on his ale and pretended he wasn’t there, though he listened closely.

Aeron hesitated, feeling like he should intervene somehow and yet not knowing what to do. Things were getting heated. Maybe he should just go.

Aeron blinked; this was escalating quickly. “Now hold on, that’s not very live and let live. Of either of you.”

Aeron glanced between them, not quite sure what was happening but not planning to get in the middle of it.

“Uh… not sure?” He wasn’t sure he knew what those were; not that he’d admit that.

“Oh yeah. I think she grew up around here, not sure. I bet she’d know where all the little toads are.”

“Yep. She ain’t going nowhere.”

Aeron laughed and shook his head. “I mean… she’ll cut you down to size alright if you piss her off, but I think that’s more to do with her being ...

"Tove," Aeron repeated, glancing at the thrush. "She's a witch; pretty cool, though."

"Tove!" Aeron called, welcoming the distraction. He didn't know her super well, but well enough to know her name. He offered a wave and a smile.

"I guess." He took a drink, contemplating wandering off. This was killing the vibe. "I don't much like the cold, either, though."

"They're kind of assholes," Aeron said, not appreciating this person wasn't giving him an option to be nice to them. "I had a swan square up with me once 'cause ...

"I'm not religious," Aeron said stiffly. "I live and let live and like the same courtesy to be returned back to me."