Oh, and clubs... no replacement for those quite yet.

Snow was pouring drinks on the open patio of Aspida house, curious to balance the flavor of ambrosia with his usual favorites. Of course, taste testers were welcome. Even appreciated. “’look like you could use a drink.”

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“So you are good with head shit, right?” Ender asked the rhetorical question and moving to sit beside Orion and placing his head on the man’s shoulder with ease. It was one reason he loved Orion as a friend because things were so easy with him. Ender didn’t make friends easily and when he had them he tended to hurt them or ruin them for his own selfish reasons. It was something he was working on, he promised. Yet with Orion it came easily and he let himself have this one nice thing in life, this one friendship even if the other man didn’t feel the same about it. If he only hung around the drunken demigod out of pity or nicety... “I had a weird dream and before you ask, no you weren’t in it. That would have made it nicer but I didn’t know if you could help me figure it out?” Ender paused before sighing and saying, “I mean it’s not every day I dream about my semi abusive step-father, right?”