““Mine’s bigger.” “It’s not the size of it that counts.” Sorcha grinned. “What does then?” “Yours is all bone, lass.” Smugly, he grinned back at her. “You want meat. Something to really fill your mouth.” The innuendo flew over her head. “I think you’re just jealous my fish is bigger. And for that, I’m not going to share.” “Hopeless,” Tink muttered, though he wondered if the sprite was referring to him or Sorcha.””
