[ She has no comment to being alright, but since she agreed on a purely physical level, and that's the only level that's mattered most her life, she simply stays silent. Easiest response for her in the world anyway.
Her eyebrow lifts at his just a sec, and it's only when he's coming back with a bottle that it slots in place what he'd graciously planned out. She'd figured on heading out to one of the drinking establishments in town, though this? Is much nicer. She's never enjoyed bars, for all the ones here are much nicer tended to and smell less like body odour and vomit. Also less like alcohol, but she figures they spill less and have less thrown around. One follows the other. ]
Beer seems to be an acquired taste.
[ Then again, she says that about any alcohol. She considers the bottle, considers making some kind of comment about drinking at his house, then decides it's not worth it. She would with Armin, to make him squirm; she would with Krieg, to make him laugh, if anything. Bertolt would be easier to tease for the sheer pointless nature of it; so would most the people here that she knows. Kazuki, she's not sure about how far she can push him or in what ways she can tease, and since deflection isn't called on, she doesn't make comment. ]
You like ciders?
[ Says she, who makes mead, though cider is an equally interesting concept. Not that she needs to throw her weight at making alcohol because she wasn't legally able to drink any of it, and not that she'd cared to in particular before, but pointless endeavours kept her sane, and the process had managed to be interesting.
She picks up the bottle, examining the label. ]
What about meads?
[ Drunk Annie, which has yet to happen, might go maudlin, might go... snuggly? Might be any kind of mess that she's not planning to learn about anytime soon. She's still idly checking the alcohol percentage: at the highest, it'll still be lower than strong mead. One of life's little joys. ]
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Date: 2019-05-17 03:30 am (UTC)Her eyebrow lifts at his just a sec, and it's only when he's coming back with a bottle that it slots in place what he'd graciously planned out. She'd figured on heading out to one of the drinking establishments in town, though this? Is much nicer. She's never enjoyed bars, for all the ones here are much nicer tended to and smell less like body odour and vomit. Also less like alcohol, but she figures they spill less and have less thrown around. One follows the other. ]
Beer seems to be an acquired taste.
[ Then again, she says that about any alcohol. She considers the bottle, considers making some kind of comment about drinking at his house, then decides it's not worth it. She would with Armin, to make him squirm; she would with Krieg, to make him laugh, if anything. Bertolt would be easier to tease for the sheer pointless nature of it; so would most the people here that she knows. Kazuki, she's not sure about how far she can push him or in what ways she can tease, and since deflection isn't called on, she doesn't make comment. ]
You like ciders?
[ Says she, who makes mead, though cider is an equally interesting concept. Not that she needs to throw her weight at making alcohol because she wasn't legally able to drink any of it, and not that she'd cared to in particular before, but pointless endeavours kept her sane, and the process had managed to be interesting.
She picks up the bottle, examining the label. ]
What about meads?
[ Drunk Annie, which has yet to happen, might go maudlin, might go... snuggly? Might be any kind of mess that she's not planning to learn about anytime soon. She's still idly checking the alcohol percentage: at the highest, it'll still be lower than strong mead. One of life's little joys. ]
Thank you. For the thought.