[she nods to this and takes the bottle out of the cabinet, letting out a contemplative hum. she'd yet to try it but she'd been assured it was similar to burbon, and at least it was something that the human system could tolerate.
either way, she pours him a glass, and one for herself, raising an eyebrow at his comment.]
York will be York. He wasn't any different the last time. [she pauses] Or I assume she wasn't, either.
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either way, she pours him a glass, and one for herself, raising an eyebrow at his comment.]
York will be York. He wasn't any different the last time. [she pauses] Or I assume she wasn't, either.