[ Ciri actually laughs; she sounds so indignant about the attempted pickpocketing still. It gives Ciri the urge to keep reminding her and pushing the issue to get that reaction again, but she resists.
They settle into a small, two-person table near the back. Ciri's chair wobbles, one leg apparently too short or screwed in wrong, and she absently rocks back and forth while considering. ]
Haven't decided. Get me one of whatever you're drinking.
[ She doesn't want to say she wants something cheap, but asking for something too expensive might turn her companion off of being pleasant enough to buy drinks. This seems the safest bet to getting something decent without annoying her newfound drinking buddy. ]
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They settle into a small, two-person table near the back. Ciri's chair wobbles, one leg apparently too short or screwed in wrong, and she absently rocks back and forth while considering. ]
Haven't decided. Get me one of whatever you're drinking.
[ She doesn't want to say she wants something cheap, but asking for something too expensive might turn her companion off of being pleasant enough to buy drinks. This seems the safest bet to getting something decent without annoying her newfound drinking buddy. ]
You got a name?