Mead dribbled from the lip of the table and onto her dress. She heard it patter and squeaked as the cold soaked through, and then she was squirming to move out the way, but unsure which way to go. June exclaimed her apologies and bumped the table again as she stood. More shuffling followed, and the table shifted again.
She let out a nervous laugh, feeling like the commotion was for her benefit. “No—please, it’s okay. I’m sorry. It was my fault!” She said, meaning to wave off the concern she heard in June’s voice. “It’s only mead.” With little more she could do, Seras waited for napkins.
She let out a nervous laugh, feeling like the commotion was for her benefit. “No—please, it’s okay. I’m sorry. It was my fault!” She said, meaning to wave off the concern she heard in June’s voice. “It’s only mead.” With little more she could do, Seras waited for napkins.