Anketam said: "What's so funny?"
"Oh, they won't do anything," said Russat. "They fume and fuss a lot, but they won't do anything."
"I hope not," said Anketam. He finished the last of his spiked tea, and Memi poured him another one. "I don't see how they have any right to tell us how to live or how to run our own homes. They ought to mind their own business and leave us alone."
"You two finish those drinks," said Memi, "and quit talking about wars. The food will be ready pretty quickly."
"Good," said Anketam. "I'm starved." And, he admitted to himself, the brandy and hot tea had gone to his head. A good meal would make him feel better.
Russat said: "I don't get much of a chance to eat Memi's cooking; I'll sure like this meal."
"You can stay for breakfast in the morning, can't you?" Anketam asked.
"Oh, I wouldn't want to put you to all that trouble. I have to be up to your Chief's house before sunrise."
"We get up before sunrise," Anketam said flatly. "You can stay for breakfast."