"Did we not meet in the Moosehead Tavern? I'm not exactly sure whether you were pregnant or had children then, but I know I have been with you in that Tavern. Andrew was definetly there, and Jace" he asked
"The Moosehead Tavern." Jace looks at her. "I remember stopping by there once. We...we met there, remember? I think we did, anyway. Paradox... He must have gotten there beforehand or something." He runs a hand over his face trying to figure everything out.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind