the wine of friendship

"A...what cider?" Adam asked, confused; as far as he knew it was just cider poured out of his old drinking horn, which had just been filled with whatever they'd been serving at the Rathskeller, which as far as he had known had been 'the stuff Remi makes'. Regardless of the drinks though he stood up and followed Jigano to the comfy chairs, more than happy to park himself somewhere warm and soft. Coffee trilled for Isuma to follow as he went to stand close to the fire and puffed little plumes of his own flames towards it, imitating the burning. He toasted Jigano's bottle easily and pulled the cork out of his with his teeth, flopping down into the chair and kicking his feet up over one arm. "To bitching." As for what was on his mind...there were several things that were probably too serious for the beginning of such an evening; deep dark topics had to wait at least until they were one drink deep each. So, something more lighthearted. "Today, mostly that I can't find a single good cobbler in this market. I mean, they're fine, but back home I could get boots like this." He wiggled his foot, which sported a black leather boot that went to his mid-thigh, covered in buckles and studs. "Everyone's making little cloth things and clogs. Fashion was so goddamn different back in my home." A D A M Do you wanna dance? Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?