#137 Safe Assumptions
"Do I have to call you a Druid now?" Kier seemed to not move at all from the spot where Ina had dragged him to. He simply lay there, staring at the ceiling. "I kinda liked Witch."
Peppermint growled but caught herself.
Ina smiled as she cooked, glad that Mint could still begrudge the Mage.
"I'm gonna enjoy that while I can, Mint," said Kier. "Medes was also considerate with me for a while. But it wore off with time."
"Call me whatever you want," said Ina. "I don't really care."
"Fair enough. But why didn't you tell me?"
"You assumed I was a Witch."
"Of course I did. Name another living Druid."
Ina sighed. Kier had her there.