"Why would she be jealous?" she muttered, bewildered. "Because I ate with other people? I don't get it…"
"Listen here, friend." Sir Niklas flopped around and laid his head comfortably right in Instructor Wei's lap, staring up seriously at Abrial. "It's like this. I heard some kind of rumor today about a handsome girl in red and black running around camp followed by a bunch of young suitors. That's you, isn't it? Red and black? Handsome? Young suitors? Yep, it's gotta be. So I'll bet this Finley was getting fed up with all of those little suitors hanging around and trying to move in on you. Jealousy. She's drinking vinegar!"
