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[mind_overmatter]

Make that one ale, one water.

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[mind_overmatter]

"The Godwin Guarantee?" This isn't even the first time Lee's learnt his last name, so that exciting tidbit is lost. He's announced it on a handful of occasions to crowds during the initial attention-grabbing brag, or sometimes afterwards during the bow. She's probably lucky he's never gotten stuck in third-person boasts after a proper session earning himself gold. "Well Lee's Law suggests I ought to smack you for stealing." That last word is a dramatic hiss because there's other people here, and who knows how many are actually alright with the occasional five-finger discount.

Lee's too naive to accept that she's never very far from thieves.

This doesn't even feel like a distraction from the depths of their conversation, so much as it's just a natural progression. They admitted they're friends, very close friends, and now the warmer air between them is still being stirred by them spouting nonsense at each other. It's safe, it's familiar. It's just like a few moments ago except completely different.

"...How much mead can you drink before you get drunk, exactly?" It's not his first order, after all. And he's taller than her, older, more used to drinking, but she does wonder at what point he goes from 'casually sipping away' to 'laying on the floor singing work songs to the bar crew'. She's not expecting it to happen now but she can't help being curious.