“So how did you end up meeting her?” “Honestly, I’m not sure if that’s a long story or not.” Syrgei and Petra sit sharing a plate of various finger foods. Syrgei’s hair is wet and draped over his shoulders. “So, you’ve been back for, what, A week? And now you’re running off with some dark and mysterious new damsel. Should I be jealous?” Syrgei nearly chokes on a piece of fruit. *cough* “Nope!” He clears his throat. “She’d probably shoot you for saying that. And then she’d shoot me because…I’m not sure but she’d find a reason.” “I think this is going to be a long story.”