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  92. By Amanda Hocking

He, in turn, told me about the goings-on here in Merellä. Dagny and Elof had been incredibly busy, and they’d been taking hours of meetings with Mästare Amalie and sometimes the Korva, Ragnall. Pan didn’t really know what for, but between his two jobs and Dagny’s long hours, they hadn’t had a chance to talk much. I had only briefly talked to her on Thursday to let her know I’d be home, and I’d just barely caught her between meetings.

“I still have to interrogate Dagny when I get home,” I said.

“I am interested in finding out what’s going on with her and Elof,” he agreed, and his eyes rested warmly on me. “How are you doing?”

“Right now I’m really tired and really glad to be here.”

The toast popped up, and he slathered it with honey butter. He brought it over to me, along with two coffee mugs filled with plumberry wine. He handed me the mug with the color-changing light sabers, and for himself, he kept the one with the peurojen symbol—a heart with antlers.

“Thank you.” I gulped down the wine greedily. “This is very tasty wine. The mug is nice too.”

“Are you a big Star Wars fan?” he asked with a smirk.

I nodded. “Not like a fanatic, but I like the movies. At least the ones I’ve seen.”

“It’s so weird to me that you know what Star Wars is when you’re so sheltered.”

“I have to agree,” I admitted between bites of toast. “But I know some things, especially those that are too ubiquitous to hide from.”

“What else do you know that would surprise me?”

I laughed. “I don’t know? You tell me.”

“Well, what about Bastille?” Pan motioned to the band poster on the wall.

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“Oh, they’re the best. You’ll love ’em.” He got up and rummaged around his records before putting one on, and a mellow song with beautiful vocals began. “I saw them years ago back in Canada.” He came back and sat down beside me. “It was so great. Have you ever been to a concert?”

“I mean, I’ve seen bands and orchestras, but all of them were made entirely of trolls in troll kingdoms, so I don’t know if that counts.”

“I’ve seen troll orchestras, and no, they do not count,” he said, and I laughed again.

“Oh, come on, we’ve got some really talented musicians.”

“We do,” he agreed readily. “But the whole experience is different at a rock show. You’ll see when I take you.”