And most importantly, the question is, who will be cleaning up after whom at the dinner table in a few years.
It's really a matter of life and death, whose vegetable garden is this anyway!
......
Malin put down his empty wine bottle, thinking that the wine was sweeter than he'd expected, and quite delicious.
*Burp*, those damn dwarves, couldn't this be the raw ingredients of an incendiary bomb they've just added.
However, on the other hand, Malin didn't feel drunk at all, just like everyone says, no giant ever gets drunk, and the most annoying opponents at the table for dwarves are giants and their own kind.
"You alright, dear?" Faye turned to look at Malin.
"I'm fine, very fine," Malin responded, glancing at the owner of the vegetable garden, then bumped foreheads with Faye, grinning.
Forget about it, as a wild boar, there's no reason to drive the owner of the vegetable garden to grab their shotgun.
