Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
Maea looked down at the drink as it was pushed towards her, blinking with mild surprise at his willingness to share. "I have not," she replied, and leaned in to catch a whiff of the chocolate. "Usually I don't drink much." The fumes of strong spirits stung her eyes, and while she did pick up the glass for a sip it was a careful one, barely wetting her lips.
As it turns out, a little was more than enough. The flavor was rich and very pleasant, though she wasn't used to the cocoa which had been unheard of as she grew up, but the alcohol was strong enough to scour her throat on the way down. Did that make her a light-weight? Or was it simply a matter of being accustomed to those types of drinks? Perhaps there was a trick to drinking it.
Either way, Asta would be allowed to keep it to himself.
"It's good, but a bit strong for my taste," was her verdict. She passed the glass back. "I wish there was anything left of the cider my family used to make... If you've a sweet tooth you would have liked it, I think."
As it turns out, a little was more than enough. The flavor was rich and very pleasant, though she wasn't used to the cocoa which had been unheard of as she grew up, but the alcohol was strong enough to scour her throat on the way down. Did that make her a light-weight? Or was it simply a matter of being accustomed to those types of drinks? Perhaps there was a trick to drinking it.
Either way, Asta would be allowed to keep it to himself.
"It's good, but a bit strong for my taste," was her verdict. She passed the glass back. "I wish there was anything left of the cider my family used to make... If you've a sweet tooth you would have liked it, I think."
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
