March leans forward to tap at the glass nearest him, the one he assumes would be meant for him. That boyish giddiness has returned. Certainly not the look of a man who discusses such awful things as desecrating the dead. He waits, all youthful grin, and after William gives a sip, March gives a mile. He snaps just above the rim of the glass and gives it a wink.
At first, it looks rather like a drop of green food dye had fallen from nowhere. Then it spreads past what it should, changing more than just the color. It finally settles. Green, and with a scent of anise, certainly not whiskey by any stretch of the imagination.
"My customary libation among friends! You won't find that quality in any store, no matter how much money you have! I know. I've looked." As you do when given food-related skills. "Go on, give it a try. If you've ever need of absinthe in the future, you know who to call."
Just fill up some bath tubs full of water or something, he got your back, pal.
good job
March leans forward to tap at the glass nearest him, the one he assumes would be meant for him. That boyish giddiness has returned. Certainly not the look of a man who discusses such awful things as desecrating the dead. He waits, all youthful grin, and after William gives a sip, March gives a mile. He snaps just above the rim of the glass and gives it a wink.
At first, it looks rather like a drop of green food dye had fallen from nowhere. Then it spreads past what it should, changing more than just the color. It finally settles. Green, and with a scent of anise, certainly not whiskey by any stretch of the imagination.
"My customary libation among friends! You won't find that quality in any store, no matter how much money you have! I know. I've looked." As you do when given food-related skills. "Go on, give it a try. If you've ever need of absinthe in the future, you know who to call."
Just fill up some bath tubs full of water or something, he got your back, pal.