Jeff flicked a glance at Shean who was plonked in the armchair warming herself by the flaming embers.
“Have you heard about those gryphons?” asked Jeff nibbling cookies.
“Ooooh, the mystery deepens! Did they prepare a lavish slap-up dinner for you?” Shean batted her eyes smugly.
“Yep, when I stumbled upon them while bivouacking up the Alpine hills…use your noggins!”
In a little while, she mellowed.
“So, what did those ferocious, Argus-eyed mythical beings do?”
Slightly affronted now Jeff was browned off.
“They don’t browbeat anyone into storytelling.”