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(Actually it wasn't a ploy.)

Megan did not lose her smile. She sipped again. She wasn't worried about getting drunk. She'd drunk her brothers under the table many times.

"Ah, I see.  Well, it was just a suggestion.  I certainly don't want to go back to my dear old da' and the fat, pompous wealthy pig he wants me to marry.  But what a shame, that you didn't share in the wealth of the Skooma trade.  Or did they pay you oodles of Septims?"