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Sween Myth-tery of Life :: Asprin Robert
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For a moment, Bunny seemed about to say something else, but instead she pursed her lips and wandered over to the window where she stood staring out.
My head was clearing now, to a point where I felt almost alive, and I decided it was time to try to set things right.
"Um ... Bunny? About last night ... I'm sorry I left you standing like that, but Vie had set up the date for me, and there was no real way to back out gracefully."
"Of course, the fact that she was quite a dish had nothing to do with it," Bunny commented with a grimace.
"Well ..."
"Don't worry about it, Skeeve," she said quickly, waving off my reply. "That's not what's bothering me, anyway."
"What is?"
She turned to face me, leaning back on the windowsill.
"It's the same thing that's been bothering me ever since I arrived for this assignment," she said. "I haven't wanted to say anything, because it's really none of my business. But if what you say about last night is true ..."
She broke off, biting her lip slightly.
"Go on," I said.
"Well ... Simply put, I think you're developing a drinking problem."
That one caught me off guard. I had been half expecting her to make some comment about how little I was helping on the kingdom's finances, or even the parade of women I seemed to be suddenly confronted with. It had never occurred to me that she might be taking affront at my personal habits.
"I ...I don't know what to say, Bunny. I mean, sure, I drink. But everybody drinks a little from time to time."
"A little?"
She came off the windowsill in one easy motion and came to perch on the edge of my bed.
"Skeeve, every time I see you lately you've got a goblet of wine in your hand. It's gotten so that your idea of saying 'Hello' to someone is to offer them a drink."
I was really confused now. When she first mentioned my drinking, my immediate reaction was that she was being an alarmist. The more she talked, however, the more I found myself wondering if she might have a point.
"That's just being hospitable," I said, stalling for time to think.
"Not when you're making the offer first thing in the morning," she snapped. "Definitely not when you go ahead and have a drink yourself, whether they join you or not."
"Aahz drinks," I countered, starting to feel defensive. "He says the water on most dimensions isn't to be trusted."
"This is your home dimension, Skeeve. You should be used to the water here. Besides, Aahz is a Pervect. His whole metabolism is different from yours. He can handle drinking."
"And I can't.
For a moment, Bunny seemed about to say something else, but instead she pursed her lips and wandered over to the window where she stood staring out.
My head was clearing now, to a point where I felt almost alive, and I decided it was time to try to set things right.
"Um ... Bunny? About last night ... I'm sorry I left you standing like that, but Vie had set up the date for me, and there was no real way to back out gracefully."
"Of course, the fact that she was quite a dish had nothing to do with it," Bunny commented with a grimace.
"Well ..."
"Don't worry about it, Skeeve," she said quickly, waving off my reply. "That's not what's bothering me, anyway."
"What is?"
She turned to face me, leaning back on the windowsill.
"It's the same thing that's been bothering me ever since I arrived for this assignment," she said. "I haven't wanted to say anything, because it's really none of my business. But if what you say about last night is true ..."
She broke off, biting her lip slightly.
"Go on," I said.
"Well ... Simply put, I think you're developing a drinking problem."
That one caught me off guard. I had been half expecting her to make some comment about how little I was helping on the kingdom's finances, or even the parade of women I seemed to be suddenly confronted with. It had never occurred to me that she might be taking affront at my personal habits.
"I ...I don't know what to say, Bunny. I mean, sure, I drink. But everybody drinks a little from time to time."
"A little?"
She came off the windowsill in one easy motion and came to perch on the edge of my bed.
"Skeeve, every time I see you lately you've got a goblet of wine in your hand. It's gotten so that your idea of saying 'Hello' to someone is to offer them a drink."
I was really confused now. When she first mentioned my drinking, my immediate reaction was that she was being an alarmist. The more she talked, however, the more I found myself wondering if she might have a point.
"That's just being hospitable," I said, stalling for time to think.
"Not when you're making the offer first thing in the morning," she snapped. "Definitely not when you go ahead and have a drink yourself, whether they join you or not."
"Aahz drinks," I countered, starting to feel defensive. "He says the water on most dimensions isn't to be trusted."
"This is your home dimension, Skeeve. You should be used to the water here. Besides, Aahz is a Pervect. His whole metabolism is different from yours. He can handle drinking."
"And I can't.