"Why are you asking them?" An edge comes into her voice, and she doesn't bother softening it. They barely know each other, besides that long hike up to the camp. They muck out the stables on different days, and she doesn't exactly cozy up to him when they're both in that stupid tent. (It makes her miss sleeping in a prison cell, which is a sentiment that, at one point, she never thought she'd feel.) "Didn't anybody ever tell you what you don't talk about at parties?"
Sex, politics, and religion. It's another dodge, and she knows it--but the alternative is twined up with plenty of things she doesn't enjoy talking about with close friends, let alone Byerly Vorrutyer.
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Sex, politics, and religion. It's another dodge, and she knows it--but the alternative is twined up with plenty of things she doesn't enjoy talking about with close friends, let alone Byerly Vorrutyer.