WEAVER
Never forget what you are
for surely the world will not.
Weaver laughs, the sound light and happy. It’s been so long since their conversations had been this easy, this pleasant, and she is so grateful for it. ”Do you see me trying to stop you? But you are not usually the one to pour a drink this early in the day.” Besides, even she was only irresponsible when she could afford to be, which perhaps doesn’t really count as being irresponsible at all. Still, drinking before noon is an indulgence that even she doesn’t do too often. Well, didn’t. It was a bit too easy to pour herself a drink now. ”Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining.” She didn’t really care what her brother did, but she did care when she wanted to know if she ought to be worried.She turns to lean against the bar and face her brother. ”I know you don’t love him, but can you at least not make me feel guilty that I don’t share your opinion?” He didn’t say anything wrong, but still, she knows her brother pretty well. ”I did not say you had to talk to him.” Though it was going to be really awkward if Korbin didn’t find some peace with the Grand Healer, assuming her and Loren didn’t crash and burn anyway. Maybe they would, and she suspects her brother won’t be particularly sorry.
Still, she lets the conversation drift on. He makes a few comments. ”The Gutpunch,” she says in agreement, writing the name above the list of ingredients. There was no better name for it. As for his comment about Lady Hale, she doesn’t punch him. In fact, she laughs, because it’s completely true. A manly drink, if you subscribed to that sort of idea, that both Hale women enjoyed. ”Do we call it Lady Hale or just Hale?” she asks, actually quite pleased with the name.
make it your strength
Then it can never be your weakness.
