[Elizabeth watches him pull out the bottle and pour the whiskey. Drinking anything apart from wine is a new experience for her- ale and beer are more akin to what she'd see on the ships. Or the rice mead that Sao Feng was so fond of keeping on his ships.
She pushes the beer aside, still a few sips left in it but curiosity has the better of her.]
Thank you. [... Was it okay to thank someone in an establishment like this? These are the things she's still not certain of. She takes a sip of the whiskey, willing herself not to make a face at the taste- there's an image she has to uphold after all.]
There's no story worth telling. [She nearly lets out a laugh and takes another sip of the drink. It goes down easier this time, the taste not shocking her.] None that will be short and sweet.
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She pushes the beer aside, still a few sips left in it but curiosity has the better of her.]
Thank you. [... Was it okay to thank someone in an establishment like this? These are the things she's still not certain of. She takes a sip of the whiskey, willing herself not to make a face at the taste- there's an image she has to uphold after all.]
There's no story worth telling. [She nearly lets out a laugh and takes another sip of the drink. It goes down easier this time, the taste not shocking her.] None that will be short and sweet.