[It's probably a pretty comical sight, D33 staring blankly at Magnus while he tries to chew through the wad of dignified wax in his mouth. He eyes the cup, shakes his head and then tries to speak, but. Nope. Still chewing. He holds up a finger, rolls his eyes a bit. Finally, he manages to swallow.]
They taste fine. [Wait. Rogue piece stuck behind his teeth. Chew, swallow.] And I am certainly not going to spit.
[He still has some dignity, Magnus.] Aren't you drinking from that cup?
[Speaking of which, he takes a sip from his own and makes a face - every time.]
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They taste fine. [Wait. Rogue piece stuck behind his teeth. Chew, swallow.] And I am certainly not going to spit.
[He still has some dignity, Magnus.] Aren't you drinking from that cup?
[Speaking of which, he takes a sip from his own and makes a face - every time.]