Ahrie and the slim horse came back to their inn.
Min went his own way to his place.
Creak.
the door opened. The inn was as noisy as usual.
The owner looked up again, saw Ahrie walk in with the horse right behind him…
And just sighed. He already gave up telling Ahrie about the "no animals inside" rule.
Ahrie plopped down at a table, grabbed a menu and started scanning it.
The horse sat beside him—
"I'll have this roasted chicken," Ahrie said.
Then he looked at his horse.
He grabbed the menu again and propped it up where the horse could see.
"You want this?" he asked.
The horse shook its head, no.
"How about this one?" Ahrie pointed again.
Another no.
Ahrie squinted. "You can read or something?"
The horse just blinked, judging him.
Ahrie started flipping through the menu—fast.
Finger darting from one dish to another.
"This? No? This one? No?!"
The slim horse kept shaking its head every single time.
"This picky-eating bastard…" Ahrie muttered, glaring.
