"When your life force stabilizes and you can freely travel Mogar, however, I expect you to bring me souvenirs."
"I will, Haug." Garrik nodded.
To make matters worse for the bartender, whenever the young Fomor discovered a new dish he liked, Ryla asked Haug to teach her the recipe.
"I'm sorry to inconvenience you so often, Mister Haug." She sighed. "It's just that my son won't be able to leave the Mansion for years, and while the Verhens are great cooks, I don't think they'd enjoy so much exotic food.
"I want to offer Garrik a bit more variety and let him experience Mogar, even if just by taste."
"Don't mention it as well, Ryla. Also, the 'drop the mister' goes for you too." Haugh said with a smile that didn't extend to his eyes.
'Here I am, spending too much time with a child that's not mine and sharing my secret recipes with a woman I'm not going to date. Gods, if I feel like a total moron.' He thought every time.
