“Well, hows about … you and me take a holiday - a mini break of sorts? …”
Goober eyed Puck suspiciously - the last ‘mini break’ was in some war zone, and the stress just thinking about it made his hives itch again.
“No”, reading his mind, Puck replied - “I was thinking more of a health resort - we could see what the humans are doing these days with detox and anti-tox.”
“What’s antitox?”
“Simply put, one is a flushing of toxins from your system and the other is not putting them in, in the first place.”
“Will they serve Elven cuisine?”
“I imagine not.”
Goober was a little deflated - mortals really lacked when it came to their cooking. With a sigh he consented, and then brightened up. “When do we leave?”
A very small sprite rushed by and kicked him in the calf from behind.
“I’ll just get the keys to the barn to Mercurio and we can go straight away.” Puck picked up the”
“sprite by the scruff and turfed him out through the door ahead of him. “Best pack for the snow” he added.”
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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