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[mind_overmatter]

Make that one ale, one water.

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[wildnobility]

Blink-blink. Alastair did not expect that to be Lee's response. Alastair has finally appealed to the young monk on a subject so highly controversial between them. She's come to see and understand something about him -- and really, her explanation for rigidity in her life was not lost on him either. He should be surging with triumph, overwhelmed with justification. He won.

Instead, Alastair is sitting in his seat, silent for a beat, wavering cautiously. It feels like forgiveness for something he hadn't been aware of doing.

But his surprise breaks with a warm chuckle, like a breath of relief. "Aye, but I dunno if you'll like it." In some aspects, Alastair except Lee may enjoy it, if she likes anything sweet. His degree of skepticism only lies in the fact that while sweet, it is incredibly strong, in both flavor and potency.

"Hmm...how about-- lets get you started on...a cider," Alastair proposes, looking over across the bar. The barmaid catches sight of his glimmering hand waving her over instantaneously. She takes the request of a cider and a second mead graciously before disappearing once again.

"I'm certain you'll like cider, an' it's not quite as strong as mead -- but if you'd like, you may help yourself to mine." The bard leans over sideways, bumping his shoulder with Lee's. "And if you like none'o that, then we'll have to get a little more adventurous." Sure, she might like ale, but giving her wine or, gods help her, liquor, might be a little more interesting.