Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
In the end, Maea chickened out and skipped down to give him the space. Or herself, rather, but that thought was squashed firmly down beneath talk of guilds and alcohol. Like a heel stepping onto a bug and twisting for good measure.
"Ah, that makes sense," she murmured. "I would offer to help, but... I'm terrible at lying. And I'm not sure I could stomach taking orders from Sunjata."
When Neron failed to find a label, she extended a hand for the bottle. "May I?" Should he offer it to her, Maea would turn it over to reveal a round label glued to the bottom of the flask. A huff of disbelieving laughter broke from her, even as her brows pinched together. "Valair Cider," she read, having no difficulty interpreting the flowing letters that must have been written by her brother's own hand. "It must be the very last of it... I can't believe it lasted this long." There was a bit of a pause; "I'm a little insulted, actually. It took them three years to drink up a batch that shouldn't have lasted more than a season or two?"
Rolling her eyes she handed the bottle back to Neron. And nodded, as if the idea of tearing out a part of the inventory in her childhood home was nothing. "Oh, probably. I'd rather it be put to good use than sit and molder in a ruin."
"Ah, that makes sense," she murmured. "I would offer to help, but... I'm terrible at lying. And I'm not sure I could stomach taking orders from Sunjata."
When Neron failed to find a label, she extended a hand for the bottle. "May I?" Should he offer it to her, Maea would turn it over to reveal a round label glued to the bottom of the flask. A huff of disbelieving laughter broke from her, even as her brows pinched together. "Valair Cider," she read, having no difficulty interpreting the flowing letters that must have been written by her brother's own hand. "It must be the very last of it... I can't believe it lasted this long." There was a bit of a pause; "I'm a little insulted, actually. It took them three years to drink up a batch that shouldn't have lasted more than a season or two?"
Rolling her eyes she handed the bottle back to Neron. And nodded, as if the idea of tearing out a part of the inventory in her childhood home was nothing. "Oh, probably. I'd rather it be put to good use than sit and molder in a ruin."
Maea
