...Okay, the amount of attention I'd attracted from men since getting to this world was ridiculous, but this was just too much. Screw decorum.
I all but shot to my feet.
"Thanks for the tea. You look just like your son. Happy travels. Good-bye."
And I was out.
I was never as happy to be walking into the licorice smelling doctor's office as I did then. I made sure to close the door tightly behind me.
Dr. Mustache jumped a bit, even though the sound wasn't that loud.
"What's got you in a tiffy?" he asked.
"Relief. Freedom. Alarm. What's on the docket for today, Doc?"
And with his usual nature of always floating around at the mellow median for his moods, he went with the flow as though nothing happened.
"The soldiers the duchies been training all winter just arrived. We get to check out the few of them with questionable health. Though why that matters when they're going to get stabbed through."
"Weren't they knights?"
"Knights, soldiers, same difference."