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there any slang?
     
    “Of course.”
     
    Okay, and are there people that sometimes use slang but they don’t sound right and it kind of makes people laugh?
     
    “Yes, but why are you asking me? Oh, you think I sound silly?”
     
    Well, sort of.
     
    “I am merely attempting to fit in with the locals. I shall continue to listen so I can use their slang more appropriately. Now enjoy your milk.”
     
    Thanks, dude. I’ll be up in a moment. The cat eyed the milk with hungry eyes but didn’t move.
     
    “No need to be so cautious, cat. I know you want the milk. It’s actually a gift from Sean.” Seeing that the cat was still playing the aloof card, Darakin backed out of the room and left the cat to his milk.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Darakin made his way back to the front of the pub. The smell of food was making him hungry, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten in almost a day. Sean looked up and indicated that Darakin should sit at the end of the bar.
     
    “You look a bit hungry, lad.”
     
    “Well, it has been some time since I’ve eaten, but I have no gold.”
     
    “Gold?” Sean blinked in surprise.
     
    “Yes, you know, currency.”
     
    “Oh, money! Well, that’s okay. Everyone who works here is entitled to a bit of food.” He looked across the room at the pretty barmaid and yelled, “A burger for our new friend, Nora.”
     
    “Right away, Sean.”
     
    Darakin noticed that Nora seemed to have the same accent as Sean. He turned back to the bartender. “You and she hail from the same land?”
     
    “Hail? Yes, we’re both Irish. Where are you from, lad? I can’t place your accent.”
     
    “I’m from the Land of the Kwagl.”
     
    “I’ve never heard of it.”
     
    “I’m not surprised.”
     
    “I’m guessing that English isn’t your first language.”
     
    Darakin laughed. “No, it’s not. I’ve been told that my speech is rather odd.”
     
    “’Tis, my boy, ’tis. So, do they have ale where you’re from?”
     
    “They do.”
     
    Sean poured a Guinness and put it in front of Darakin. “I don’t approve of heavy drinking while working, but one to go with the burger is fine.”
     
    Nora returned from the kitchen and put a large plate in front of Darakin.
     
    “What’s this?” he asked.
     
    “What do you mean what is it? It’s a burger. You know, a delicious beef patty surrounded by a soft bun.”
     
    Darakin pulled the bun back to reveal the meat patty. “Interesting.”
     
    Nora put her hands on her hips and stared at the strange man. “Interesting? What’s so interesting about it? It’s a standard hamburger.”
     
    “Hamburger? This looks like no pork I’ve ever seen. I thought you said it was a beef burger.”
     
    “Yes, burger. Short for hamburger and it’s not made from ham. Like I said, it’s made from beef.”
     
    “Then why do they call it a ham-burger?” Darakin could see the frustration on Nora’s face, but he really was confused.
     
    “I don’t know. Just eat it.” She turned and went off to help some customers.
     
    “You’ve a way with the lassies, no doubt.” Sean chuckled.
     
    “You’re being sarcastic?” Darakin asked.
     
    “Actually, no, laddie. I’ve never seen her get so frustrated so quickly. I think she likes you.”
     
    “She … likes me?”
     
    “Well, she can’t keep her eyes off you.”
     
    Darakin turned and saw Nora turn away quickly.
     
    “Now, have you never had a burger before?”
     
    “No. I’ve never seen a piece of meat that looked like this before, either.”
     
    “It’s not a piece of meat, it’s a patty made up of ground beef.”
     
    “Oh. They don’t do that where I come from.”
     
    Sean laughed. “Obviously not. Try it; I think you’ll like it. You just pick up the whole thing and take a bite.”
     
    Darakin still looked apprehensive, but he started to pick up the