"Of course she will. I'm her favorite," Terry said, though that wasn't true. Her Daddy was her favorite, but Terry thought he was a close second...maybe third. Whatever number he was, the dragon might bump him up a notch.
"I've been to see you guys a few times. You're brilliant." Terry wished he had some musical ability. but beyond being able to pick out a basic tune on the piano, he was hopeless. His singing voice, especially, sounded like someone was trying to drown cats. In other words, it wasn't pretty.
Terry finished off his butterbeer, and considered ordering lunch but decided against it at the moment. Now that Oz had mentioned his hangover, it had come back with a vengence. "MIserable," Terry said cheerfully, because his hangover was no one's fault but his own. "It'll fade soon enough. I hope."
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