if it doesn't burn a little
”I won’t. I hope you are right, and your magical healing knowledge can help me make better booze.” Really, it’s not hard to convince her to learn something that might help her in her own career. Also really, it’s probably not that hard to convince her to learn something that might help someone not die. She’s tired of death, if she can have any say in the matter. ”Maybe we can make medicinal booze. No one would complain about their cough syrup ever again.” This is a joke, because it was an absolutely terrible idea, but she can’t help herself.
He might just be messing, but she doesn’t mind. There is some true to it, honestly. Little bothers her, she has a moral compass that’s half-backward, and she has no compunctions against the sort of things that might make others turn in disgust (save for the truly awful things). ”All the worst things are usually my favorite,” she says with a grin, matching his mischief in her own look. ”Booze, smoking, drugs, hunting, sex…” she counts them off on her fingers, trailing off with a shrug. ”Black markets are always fun too. And you, of course.” she adds with a wink.
He might just be messing, but she doesn’t mind. There is some true to it, honestly. Little bothers her, she has a moral compass that’s half-backward, and she has no compunctions against the sort of things that might make others turn in disgust (save for the truly awful things). ”All the worst things are usually my favorite,” she says with a grin, matching his mischief in her own look. ”Booze, smoking, drugs, hunting, sex…” she counts them off on her fingers, trailing off with a shrug. ”Black markets are always fun too. And you, of course.” she adds with a wink.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
