WEAVER
Never forget what you are
for surely the world will not.
She had appearances to uphold, and even if she didn’t necessarily mind his hands on her face or the possibility of another hug, Weaver also has her limits when it comes to affection. It’s not that she doesn’t show it, but she does tend to show it by punching you. Still, it was good to see her brother happy, and she chucks him upside the head lightly just to let him know.”Can’t say I ever expected to thank Safrin for anything.” Though the goddess deserved some thanks, it would seem. Safrin wasn’t exactly fond of the Abandoned, from what Weaver understood, though it is not a shock she came to Korbin’s aid, even if she’d never come to Weaver’s. ”And who is this girl?’ she asks, settling back into her barstool, eyebrow raised slightly. She’d like to very much call him out on some bullshit right now, given all the grief he’d given her for running around and making new friends, but she lets it go instead.
She shifts the paper so he can see it better. There’s a few lists of ingredients that are clearly cocktails, though only one has a name. Ice and Snow, a particularly delicious but strong drink, designed to get you fucked up if you aren’t careful. ”Writing a proper drink menu, both for clients and also so the other bartenders know what’s in my head and how to make them.” Though she knew them all, she probably needed to make sure the drinks could be served whether she was there or not.
make it your strength
Then it can never be your weakness.
