You chat over mead

The two of you find the edge of a wooden table and sit across from each other. Tritera Takes a long sip from her mug. You decide to join her. You've never had mead before and expected it to taste like the bitter low quality ale that was available in your home town. The sugary sweetness surprises and delights you, you drink deeper.

Tritera : "Sooo... Bingman is hot right?"

You **** on the sweet liquid, coughing hard. Tritera laughs.

Tritera : "Come on, don't lie. Even guys can tell"

You recover from your coughing session enough to squeak out

Jessica : "I mean, he's good looking..."

You trail off as Tritera nods vigorously.

Tritera : "Go on, what do you like about him?"

You take another swig of the mead to stall. You had managed to suppress the attraction but being made to answer this question was forcing you to confront it. To think about his chiseled jaw, his masculine confidence, his muscle bound frame and that disarming smile.

Jessica : "He has a good... face..."

Is what all that whirlwind eventually yields after being clamped back down by your shame.

Tritera seems to think this response is funny.

Tritera : "He does, doesn't he?"

A waiter arrived carrying a few plates of steaming food. along with new mugs of mead to replace your nearly empty ones. The meal is a large fish with many stewed vegetables and it smells amazing. The two of you spend a little while longer drinking through the mead before your bladder calls out to be emptied. You stand up and Tritera volunteers to accompany you to the toilet