The Khajiit giggled, gently pushing Ghost’s nose away from his tankard, the mare insistent on having another drink.
“Food, drink, that’s about it. Might try a contest later, depends on how sober I am when it starts.” He took a drink from his tankard, grinning when his horse decided that nibbling on his ear was the best way to get his attention. He licked his lips.
“Y’should try some! They got really good stuff. Iunno what’s all in this, but it’s really good, and then there’s this roast pork and apples, venison, loads of pies… I don’t think my stomach is big enough to try everything, but it’s worth a shot.”
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