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Make that one ale, one water.

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"Sitting around just talking while not inebriated can also bring men together despite their disagreements. Or maybe they're even better off just avoiding each other all together." She snaps easily, a scowl strong in her jaw, dark eyes going back to her own water that she drinks down just to be contrary. Arguments are fine, bring them on, she's used to having different views from her traveling friend.

Her stomach slowly clenches as she realizes there's no need for so much venom. She's not even mad at him, or alcohol. She snorts as he talks, flustered amusement all around. "I guess neither of us is actually talking about alcohol." She bites her lower lip in thought. "It's not like that to me. Keeping a strict set of rules gives me a sense of-- of belonging, of doing or not doing the same things as people who I'm considered...like family for." The monastery is a close-knit group, or at least in her mind it is. Competition runs rampant, especially between schools of thought trying to show off their skills between monks, but it's a friendly jostle to Lee. The practice of non-attachment never came too strongly to her.

That fact, that fault, is probably to blame for her weakening hatred for the specific act of alcohol consumption. "I can do what I want, Alastair." It's a sighed reassurance. She feels that he cares for her, she really does, and hopefully the look she shifts his way conveys that. Her anger's clearly dissipated just as his did. "It's just... Alcohol, it changes how you perceive things. What's wrong with how I see this room right now, or how-- or how close I feel to you? Why would I need to change what's honestly around me to appreciate it more? ...Does it really help?" Only some elder monks are allowed alcohol in her sect, and it's a for a reason...perhaps similar to the druids Alastair mentioned. There's herbs used, higher up, once the possibility of abuse is completely gone. Lee knows nothing about them except the whispers from the monastery's halls.