⚔️Serberia

Vergilius sat in an armchair at home, reading something. The cover of the book in his hands read "Lycaon the Radiant," while the book lying on the table next to him was "The History of Heckelia, Volume One."
— I suppose Theo didn't want to take advantage of my offer and stay overnight? — Vergilius smirked. — That's very much like him. How did the excursion go? I hope my friend's company didn't burden you, Gulveig.

-- Not at all, -- Vegi replied almost mechanically, and chided herself for using language that was too obviously not her own. She placed the pudding on the table next to the teacher, -- fortunately, she managed to grab a pastry on the way here, so there was no chance of any hungry stares at the food, at least for the next twenty minutes.
-- This is from Sir Theodahad, -- she explained. -- We stopped by Amber with him and remembered you. Today they have pudding, delicious and light. I hope you like it. Overall, the excursion went well. Not entirely without incident, -- Gulveig remembered the incident with Myra. -- But I think Sir Theodahad now thinks a little better of Baldr.