Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
Her mouth quirked in silent laughter, barely contained. "I'm so sorry to disappoint. If you prefer me to suffer, I could hang my head and sigh a lot?" If that's what it took to stay...
"Hm, I see. That's too bad. There's a lot more variety on everything these days. Even if I never drank much before, it's still sad to see things go stagnant again." The explanation made a world of sense, and Maea paid more attention to the labels as she sorted through them, calling out and passing down the ones that were running low. It became a game to guess which region a variety came from; the ones from Torchline generally had the crazier names.
"Oh, probably. I remember chatting with Weaver about doing something similar, when she was just starting up the Kraai," she said conversationally, on the topic of making spirits. "My family made apple cider occasionally when there was a good year, and I brought the recipes we kept to Halo. I meant to show them to her... Not sure what happened to the journal after I died though."
Straining to reach a bottle on a shelf, her fingers only barely scrabbled against the brown tinted glass. It looked strangely familiar.
"Hm, I see. That's too bad. There's a lot more variety on everything these days. Even if I never drank much before, it's still sad to see things go stagnant again." The explanation made a world of sense, and Maea paid more attention to the labels as she sorted through them, calling out and passing down the ones that were running low. It became a game to guess which region a variety came from; the ones from Torchline generally had the crazier names.
"Oh, probably. I remember chatting with Weaver about doing something similar, when she was just starting up the Kraai," she said conversationally, on the topic of making spirits. "My family made apple cider occasionally when there was a good year, and I brought the recipes we kept to Halo. I meant to show them to her... Not sure what happened to the journal after I died though."
Straining to reach a bottle on a shelf, her fingers only barely scrabbled against the brown tinted glass. It looked strangely familiar.
Maea
