“Why is the word spelled like that? One, two, honest, who--none of them make any sense!”
“I don’t make the rules,” Gawain said matter-of-factly. He picked the letter up and pointed at the offending word. “But I’m telling you . . . that is how you spell it.”
Hmm, he's not trying to pull 'chumpy' on Clark, is she (sic)?
“Come on,” Clarkent pressed. “I bet you’ll enjoy meeting them. I’m sure they’d like to meet you.” He tried to give Gawain an encouraging smile.
“Oh, all right,” Gawain agreed reluctantly. “If you insist.”
Here's hoping Loisette will learn of the suffering of the common folk through this.
Certainly, Assigned servants didn’t get a monetary compensation for their services to send to their families. But they were fed and clothed and housed. That was all that mattered, wasn’t it?
But she just couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off about the whole process.
Baby steps, I know
