You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
"Yep. Bonafide fucking minotaur." He confirmed with a over-exaggerated nod. In his own world there had been creatures of a similar level of myth, so this part of the story was not too strange to him. He had known centaurs, elves...no magic, but a fair share of odd creatures and different species.
Adam was surprised when Amalia said yes, having expected either embarrassed silence or an insistent denial. He looked her over with new eyes, wondering what it was that ate at the quiet baker. He had considered her life rather idyllic, really (ignoring the part where they'd both been trapped in a pit)...though Adam knew as well as anyone it hardly mattered what surrounded you when you had a hole.
"...Y'know..." He smiled as they walked down the road, stumbling a little on a cobble. "If you wanted to try the alcohol, I would be more than willing to enable that one for you." Not that he was a wonderful advert for the experience at the moment, wobbily and smelly, blurting out personal woes accidentally.
Adam
It didn't.
