[Fortescue chuckles quietly, to hide a small flash of discomfort. A memory, really. Bodies piled up after being disposed of, bodies rotting in trenches, bodies found in the woods. The small costs of war, not as flashy as the massacres which sometimes ended in mass graves.]
And then we'd be trapped with nothing to drink, [she takes a healthy sip of wine, finishing her glass,] and that would make me terribly grumpy.
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And then we'd be trapped with nothing to drink, [she takes a healthy sip of wine, finishing her glass,] and that would make me terribly grumpy.