Well, as long as you can make Five and a Half Loko.
[ with an introduction like that, she can hardly not take the cup. her hands feel weak and not an awful lot like her own hands, but she reaches out until her fingers close around the cup anyway and she doesn't drop it, so laura supposes that counts as a win. he doesn't exactly give off the impression of someone trying to poison her either — though, grimly, laura isn't sure that she would mind that all too much right now — so she shrugs and takes a sip.
it burns in a way that is far more familiar to home than here, reminds her of the shitty booze they pass around a dwindling fire more than the fancy meads she'd sampled at mag's inn. but the last thing that laura wants to do is get homesick while she's trapped in a cavern, spontaneously and randomly bleeding from the eyes and ears and generally having an awful time, so she very abruptly knocks the rest of the drink back. ]
Okay. So, mystery magic dude. Tell me, how many of these do I need to drink before I stop seeing teeth in my arm?
[ she says it like a joke, with a weak laugh and everything, like the sight of something in the nasty wounds up her arms from the vines hadn't seen her hyperventilating in a corner not that long ago. ]
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[ with an introduction like that, she can hardly not take the cup. her hands feel weak and not an awful lot like her own hands, but she reaches out until her fingers close around the cup anyway and she doesn't drop it, so laura supposes that counts as a win. he doesn't exactly give off the impression of someone trying to poison her either — though, grimly, laura isn't sure that she would mind that all too much right now — so she shrugs and takes a sip.
it burns in a way that is far more familiar to home than here, reminds her of the shitty booze they pass around a dwindling fire more than the fancy meads she'd sampled at mag's inn. but the last thing that laura wants to do is get homesick while she's trapped in a cavern, spontaneously and randomly bleeding from the eyes and ears and generally having an awful time, so she very abruptly knocks the rest of the drink back. ]
Okay. So, mystery magic dude. Tell me, how many of these do I need to drink before I stop seeing teeth in my arm?
[ she says it like a joke, with a weak laugh and everything, like the sight of something in the nasty wounds up her arms from the vines hadn't seen her hyperventilating in a corner not that long ago. ]