August 4, 1184
"You didn't have to make biscuits."
"Your new little niece or nephew begs to differ." The scent was enough that she might have run the risk of drooling on his shoulder. "Anyway, have a seat and tell your brother and I about your first week."
"All right." Sev nodded toward Had, then started around the table to a seat on the other side. Lyraina took advantage and nabbed a nearer one.
"They're good, but I won't bore you with the details until Father gets here. You don't want to hear it twice."
"You're probably right."
"Had!" Lyraina smacked him against the arm on principle. She didn't find Sev's classes any more interesting than Had did, but it was important that they at least understood the basics. Of course, Sev's university experience did include more than just the classes. "How are your housemates? Does Senwick still feel the need to greet the sun with his drums?"
"Yes, but I can usually sleep through it now. And so can Orrick and Landus, so they're fine." Sev shrugged. With Senwick in the house, early morning drumming must have been mundane by now. "Koradril's still getting used to it, though."
"Uh, well... yes, I guess it is." But rather than elaborate, Sev chose to shut up and stare at the table.
But that crook in Had's brow said he wasn't satisfied. "That wouldn't be... Prince Koradril, would it?"
"Uh..."
Well. So the university experience took an interesting turn. "It is, isn't it?"
"Look, he doesn't want people to make a big deal of him being there, all right?"
Lyraina glanced over at Had, who frowned. Sev usually wasn't so defensive. "Sev...?"
"Oh." That was more like Sev. Though... "Wait, you two are friends?"
He shrugged. "I guess so."
"Do you see the two of you staying friends?" asked Had, eyes narrowed. Surely he was thinking what she was thinking? "I don't know, say... once you've graduated?"
"Well, it's a little early to tell, but I don't see why not."
But while Sev may have been the one taking the business classes--and enjoying them, whereas Had probably would have slept through more lectures than not--Lyraina's husband had taken the lion's share of the instincts. If they were to, say, start selling horses to the Dovian Royal Family, and the Dovian Royal Family found them to be good enough stock to spread the word...
Well. Who better for word-of-mouth marketing than royalty?
If Sev had caught on, he opted not to press. But Lyraina did know one thing: between Sev's book learning and Had's intuition, her father-in-law's business wouldn't be bankrupt any time soon.
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