Jeff flicked a glance at Shean who was plonked in the armchair warming herself by the side of 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!”
“So, what did those ferocious, Argus-eyed mythical beings do?” mellowed she.
Slightly affronted, now, Jeff was browned off.
“They don’t browbeat anyone into storytelling.”