I gather we're old friends.By my standards. I daresay you measure your friends by the years you have known them, but you're wrong. Friendship is not measured in years.
Do you, he murmured, do you have any - Smarties? You brought some once, I remember, in a tube with a lid on. They were small, and many-coloured - all different colors - and they tasted very good.
Her hair was hidden under a white headdress, like some kind of wimple; she wore a long white tunic and trousers, and her skin had the pale golden hue associated in our world with Orientals. The lines...