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Make that one ale, one water.

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[mind_overmatter]

It's quite the jump for her, isn't it? She can see the surprise in his face but sees none of the gloat. It's just learning between friends, not an argument she's lost. From fighting to understanding and isn't that what she needs to grow, a bit of roughness and a bit of wisdom?

Too philosophical for drinking, maybe. But not too philosophical for them drinking, right?

"So cider's...easier to drink?" Lee nudges Alastair's shoulder back, harder than necessary but with a smile that suggests it's all in good fun. "I remember...the kumis had a strength to it, sometimes. A bitter aftertaste when we'd let it sit too long on accident. That must be the alcohol...fermenting?" She thinks that's the word.

"...Drinking seems complicated." Is her declaration as their tankards are returned, refilled. She looks to the bottom of hers and as it's opaque, the liquid looks dark brown and thick. Jostling it just enough to slosh up the side a little shows her it's a clear, bright yellow-brown.

There's a small sensation in her stomach now, like a hand waving for attention. She wonders if she's feeling guilty now that she's faced with it.

She's watching for Alastair to start drinking again, first.