[ To this oddball, but better than mudball, world. Annie decides pear tasting alcohol is decent enough, and while her general mood might have wanted something with more of a sour bite to it, this is good. Good enough she takes a long, gulping swallow after, kind of like how some people down ale, but not how one takes a shot.
After swallowing, she takes her glass away from her mouth, eyes it critically before proclaiming: ]
Good choice you made.
[ This is definitely much, much better than beer. She also settles into taking swallows over more polite sips, watching the pokemon in the garden, thinking about what drinking to this world really means to her. Drinking to a fantasy? An escape. A series of stolen moments in time.
Yeah. That's worth drinking to, even when it fixes nothing. This place isn't about fixing things. It's about having a chance to breathe for the people like her, and the ones from home, and all the others from messed up worlds. It's nice, and while she feels no better about what a mess waits back home, it does remind her there are things to appreciate here, amoung relative strangers. Like pear cider. Like gardens. (She has no idea how to garden, and not even really how to properly admire a garden, but she can note it's lovely, and that should matter.) Like... well, sunshine? No Walls? No wars? Yes. Those are good things. She can appreciate them all.
It does make her the quiet one again, living in her own head. She's not the best made for company in general. ]
would that include "in a better adjusted world" because really XD
After swallowing, she takes her glass away from her mouth, eyes it critically before proclaiming: ]
Good choice you made.
[ This is definitely much, much better than beer. She also settles into taking swallows over more polite sips, watching the pokemon in the garden, thinking about what drinking to this world really means to her. Drinking to a fantasy? An escape. A series of stolen moments in time.
Yeah. That's worth drinking to, even when it fixes nothing. This place isn't about fixing things. It's about having a chance to breathe for the people like her, and the ones from home, and all the others from messed up worlds. It's nice, and while she feels no better about what a mess waits back home, it does remind her there are things to appreciate here, amoung relative strangers. Like pear cider. Like gardens. (She has no idea how to garden, and not even really how to properly admire a garden, but she can note it's lovely, and that should matter.) Like... well, sunshine? No Walls? No wars? Yes. Those are good things. She can appreciate them all.
It does make her the quiet one again, living in her own head. She's not the best made for company in general. ]