[ she smiles over her shoulder at him, as she guides him inside to their little kitchen area, where she has all her most important edible treasures stocked up. five bottles of tomato juice, now… a half-emptied bottle of wine… and the apple cider she received after leaving reim’s home before.
picking it up gingerly, she offers it out like it’s a dog treat or something. ]
[Yes... he's here for the wine. But a deal is a deal and he will dutifully try this apple drink first, raising an eyebrow at her as he takes it. Surely she doesn't have to treat it like that.
Now then, the sip of truth... it's just cider, boring.]
[ she’s already picking up two old glasses anyway, regardless of how the cider tastes, because the faster she gets this wine out the better. they’re quite scratched from age, but they’ll have to do. ]
[ maybe she’ll give the cider to kisa? whatever. it’ll get consumed one way or the other, but for now, she hands reim a glass of rich red wine. ]
It’s from a nation in my home world famed for its wine. It would be quite expensive, but I was lucky enough to receive it for free. How’s your tolerance?
[Were there not only a half bottle of wine left, he would chug this entire glass at once to prove a point. Since he can't do that, he just takes a sip, considers it, then hums approvingly. A little... sat-out-for-a-few-days, but good.]
I've only ever been drunk once in my life. [he's a sponge with legs.]
[ she gives him the benefit of the doubt and assumes that his lack of drunkenness is because of an incredible tolerance and not because he simply doesn’t drink, based on the way he so easily took the glass. ]
[Yes, thank you, he could destroy this whole bottle by himself. Since he's still resisting just downing the whole glass, he raises his to her slightly in a sort of yes-I-am-full-of-surprises gesture.]
Thank you. It isn't an incident I intend on repeating, so...
Next time I get one of these, I’ll call on you first.
[ she says, and before she can take a delicate sip, a skeleton throws itself against the kitchen window—admittedly making her jolt, but not enough for her to lose her dignity by choking on the wine. ]
[ sierra takes a bit of an undignified gulp of her wine, like a mom in a hurry, and sets the glass down to go to the window. it’s over the cooking area, likely for ventilation, and the skeleton looks like he thinks he can get in because he can see them. ]
[Chugging wine like that honestly makes her his kind of person, but he's not going to acknowledge that in a million years!! He puts his own glass down and finds a broom, which must be handy since brooms are always handy?? Anyway, here.]
luckily, she definitely did have a broom handy because she keeps a tidy house, and she pushes open the kitchen window wide enough for the skeleton to try to start crawling through.
absolutely not. ]
At least ask if you can come in next time, you monster.
[ and she shoves the wooden tip of the broom into the skeleton’s eyehole, launching its head off somewhere far away. ]
[Oh okay that's, uh, fine. That's fine. Reim can see only so much of this from his angle, but he can definitely see a head getting launched into next week. Gross.]
Oh, are you worrying about me? I'm not sure how to feel about that.
[This is blatantly teasing, but he says it totally deadpan as he picks his glass up again. He will not leave this house without finishing his drink, shh.]
[ it’s hard to tell if she’s guessing or if she’s informing him of what she feels to be fact, but either way, she knows what “a brisk walk” is code for in her dictionary, anyway. ]
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[ she smiles over her shoulder at him, as she guides him inside to their little kitchen area, where she has all her most important edible treasures stocked up. five bottles of tomato juice, now… a half-emptied bottle of wine… and the apple cider she received after leaving reim’s home before.
picking it up gingerly, she offers it out like it’s a dog treat or something. ]
Here. If it’s good, don’t drink it all.
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Now then, the sip of truth... it's just cider, boring.]
It's not liquor.
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[ she’s already picking up two old glasses anyway, regardless of how the cider tastes, because the faster she gets this wine out the better. they’re quite scratched from age, but they’ll have to do. ]
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[Not very exciting... That's the best and only description he has. But he'll politely close the bottle and put it down.]
It isn't bad.
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[ maybe she’ll give the cider to kisa? whatever. it’ll get consumed one way or the other, but for now, she hands reim a glass of rich red wine. ]
It’s from a nation in my home world famed for its wine. It would be quite expensive, but I was lucky enough to receive it for free. How’s your tolerance?
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I've only ever been drunk once in my life. [he's a sponge with legs.]
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[ she gives him the benefit of the doubt and assumes that his lack of drunkenness is because of an incredible tolerance and not because he simply doesn’t drink, based on the way he so easily took the glass. ]
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Thank you. It isn't an incident I intend on repeating, so...
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[ she says, and before she can take a delicate sip, a skeleton throws itself against the kitchen window—admittedly making her jolt, but not enough for her to lose her dignity by choking on the wine. ]
Oh!
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He does not spill the wine, however. That's important.]
More of them followed me all the way here...?!
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[ sierra takes a bit of an undignified gulp of her wine, like a mom in a hurry, and sets the glass down to go to the window. it’s over the cooking area, likely for ventilation, and the skeleton looks like he thinks he can get in because he can see them. ]
Hand me a broom.
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You need a broom, this time?
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luckily, she definitely did have a broom handy because she keeps a tidy house, and she pushes open the kitchen window wide enough for the skeleton to try to start crawling through.
absolutely not. ]
At least ask if you can come in next time, you monster.
[ and she shoves the wooden tip of the broom into the skeleton’s eyehole, launching its head off somewhere far away. ]
Ugh!
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Somehow, it's more gruesome than the last time.
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[ she shuts the window hard, but leaves the broom propped up against the counter. ]
You’ll be able to handle yourself, will you not?
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[This is blatantly teasing, but he says it totally deadpan as he picks his glass up again. He will not leave this house without finishing his drink, shh.]
I will return home at a... brisk walk.
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[ it’s hard to tell if she’s guessing or if she’s informing him of what she feels to be fact, but either way, she knows what “a brisk walk” is code for in her dictionary, anyway. ]
There’s no shame in it, as long as you get away…
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Right. I hope none have descended upon my house in my absence, now that I think about it...