[What big words you use, magic man. A look of mild bemusement shows on Absinthe’s face as she hears his words, but she’s in a socialising mood, so it’s no harm done beyond taking a little longer to get the gist of things.]
That’s a lot of fancy words… [non-judgementally, just pointing out her surprise:] Well, try it, try it!
[She plucks a cup from the table and hands it to him, letting him decide how much to take himself. There’s always the option of mixing a cocktail of the barley water and the other alcohols being served next to it, all the drinks labeled… ah, maybe that’s not a good idea, now that she thinks of the bathtub moonshine incident.]
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That’s a lot of fancy words… [non-judgementally, just pointing out her surprise:] Well, try it, try it!
[She plucks a cup from the table and hands it to him, letting him decide how much to take himself. There’s always the option of mixing a cocktail of the barley water and the other alcohols being served next to it, all the drinks labeled… ah, maybe that’s not a good idea, now that she thinks of the bathtub moonshine incident.]