22 Supper (1/2)

In the Prosperous Kingdom, Riverdale's Tavern

'What's taking them so long? Shouldn't they be in their rooms already?' Miceter wondered as he strained his ears to hear what they were saying.

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Sadly, after five minutes with his right ear raised and head tilted down, all he got was snippets of the conversation from his place on the top of the rafters. The rest of the tavern was too loud to hear complete sentences.

”Remember... Alfa... sun... dashing gentlemen...” And then a bout of laughter before another round ofjumbled words and broken sentences.

'Was that a secret message?' Miceter twitched his nose in thought. 'No. That can't be possible. All they're doing is... chatting... Woah! Humans can do that?'

Usually, when Miceter watched humans eat, the amount of time they took was less than ten minutes. They didn't dally long because of this appointment or that take off. Whatever that meant. And when they did have the time, all they did was drink and then yell at each other in a drunken stupor.

It was rare for humans to just sit down and... chat. Calmly and eloquently.

Miceter couldn't help but feel sympathy for Humans in his tiny heart. Oh how pitiful and lonely they were! Even bonding like normal creatures was a rare occurrence for Humans.

Filled with a new resolve to figure out what had caused this rare occurrence, Miceter leaned forward, dangerously hovering over the table where the family sat.

Miceter was about to concentrate once more on the conversation below when the tavern door slammed open, causing the rafters to shake and not only dust, but Miceter to fall.

He squeaked in terror before dunking into a bowl of cold soup.