Well, I'm not going to trade any of my extremely lucrative stones for yeast in a mug, [he says with a scoff, sitting back - and then pushing up from the table, motioning for Viktor to stay put.
Surely alcohol will help Palamedes hold still. Stay tuned.]
We'll both have the blue one. Stay here; I'll get them.
[It's a picture, certainly, the skinny form of Palamedes marching into the crowd closer to the bar itself as if he belongs there. Credit him that, he gets up to the bar with no issue; other than a few glances as people step aside, whatever he's doing seems to work.
(It's the Warden voice. He's accustomed to being listened to, at least some of the time.)
Actually ordering the blue drinks is a little more complicated, because he just says "the blue one," but within a few minutes he's returning with one blue drink in each hand, passing Viktor the one he isn't awkwardly clutching in his bandaged hand, in case he tips that one over in a moment.]
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Surely alcohol will help Palamedes hold still. Stay tuned.]
We'll both have the blue one. Stay here; I'll get them.
[It's a picture, certainly, the skinny form of Palamedes marching into the crowd closer to the bar itself as if he belongs there. Credit him that, he gets up to the bar with no issue; other than a few glances as people step aside, whatever he's doing seems to work.
(It's the Warden voice. He's accustomed to being listened to, at least some of the time.)
Actually ordering the blue drinks is a little more complicated, because he just says "the blue one," but within a few minutes he's returning with one blue drink in each hand, passing Viktor the one he isn't awkwardly clutching in his bandaged hand, in case he tips that one over in a moment.]
Here's to the mystique of these drinks, hm?