"What you take, dreamt full and fine weight... there trace of the dreamer settling on the drinker?"
"Good questions you ask, Mistress Beddau," I say. "The kind to alarm a salesman, in truth, but I have always appreciated curiosity." I raise my glass to her. "It's hard to rid a dream entire of its owner, but I do what I can. No man, nor woman either, wants to feel he's wearing shop-soiled goods. If it's secondhand it should be clean, you understand?"
"Not really a fantasy, I want to give them something to think on."
"Ah, a gift for a friend, I mark you," I say, nodding. "Yes, it could be done." I finish my stew. "Think on it, mistresses. I will be in a town a score of days, I warrant, business proving good. Ease my bones until the snow thins some." I put coin down on the table for the meal, and then I take out two very small vials, each containing a thimbleful of liquid, one pink, one pale green. "Take those as a taster, for your hospitality and your curiosity. The pink is a dream of cherry blossom, and the spring shade is the memory of walking into a cool shaded pool on a hot day." I smile. "Only enough there to last a few moments, friends, but the quality is good." I stand up. "Come, Rollo," I say. "We should be away. Good night to you," I say to the women.
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"Good questions you ask, Mistress Beddau," I say. "The kind to alarm a salesman, in truth, but I have always appreciated curiosity." I raise my glass to her. "It's hard to rid a dream entire of its owner, but I do what I can. No man, nor woman either, wants to feel he's wearing shop-soiled goods. If it's secondhand it should be clean, you understand?"
"Not really a fantasy, I want to give them something to think on."
"Ah, a gift for a friend, I mark you," I say, nodding. "Yes, it could be done." I finish my stew. "Think on it, mistresses. I will be in a town a score of days, I warrant, business proving good. Ease my bones until the snow thins some." I put coin down on the table for the meal, and then I take out two very small vials, each containing a thimbleful of liquid, one pink, one pale green. "Take those as a taster, for your hospitality and your curiosity. The pink is a dream of cherry blossom, and the spring shade is the memory of walking into a cool shaded pool on a hot day." I smile. "Only enough there to last a few moments, friends, but the quality is good." I stand up. "Come, Rollo," I say. "We should be away. Good night to you," I say to the women.