"What would you love to take?"
"Caution and my message."
Probably she didn't get it correctly. Probably she made a stray of the semantic denotations. Probably her acumen was quite in a haste to process the meaning of the words he had tossed to them. He couldn't really be sure of what to think. He had no idea when Caution and Message had became food. If she had gotten him correctly, of course she would had said some loaves of Barley and halves of venisons. She could probably order for wine or water. But hmmm hmm, she hadn't ordered for such. The Monarch needed to be sure again.
"Of food, I mean."
"Verrily. Two bowls of caution, and a bottle of message."
Of course the Monarch was
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