“I say, it appears you are correct, Miss Juniper. Factual, even.”
“Would you like one olive or two?”
“Two if you please; we are not barbarians, after all.”
“Quite so. To what shall we toast?”
“Perhaps to lives well lived?”
Junie raised her glass. “To lives well lived. Slainte!”
The Count raised his in turn. “Na Zdorovie!”
And the sea raged on.
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