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[unheiring]

It might be nice to know.

[It also might be terrible. He tries not to think about it either way.]

But that's besides the point. I'm going to need to put up a sign that says "no heavy conversation" beyond these walls. [He's joking. Probably.] How's your head?

[sesa]

It is throbbing. [Thank you for asking.] Typically I can handle more than a few drinks but...I think I've had enough for one evening.

[unheiring]

[At that, Luca rolls his eyes.]

Stay there.

[He turns away, grabbing a spare glass. It's filled with some water and pushed over.]

Drink.

[sesa]

Ah...thank you.

[He'll just take that water and start sipping at it, slowly.]

Perhaps this will be my spirit of choice for a while.

[unheiring]

It's the better choice by far. And not just because it keeps you out of my hair.

[He makes a mildly dissatisfied noise.]

It has its uses when you wish to forget, but beyond that... alcohol has never been my drink of choice.

[sesa]

So what has been your drink of choice, then? If you care to enlighten me.

[Siiiip]

[unheiring]

Water. [Is he smirking? Maybe just a little.]

And when that fails... wine from home. It's a popular enough import, if a bit more difficult to find in the far reaches of home.

I am still trying to find the closest approximation to it here.

[sesa]

Well, you know...you could always ask Heimr for it.

[He suggests, gesturing with his water glass.]

Then you wouldn't have to worry about an approximation. It would be the real thing!

[unheiring]

I could. [There's something in his tone that implies that he won't. Why do I always play the characters that won't let themselves have nice things.]

Don't you have your own things to worry about? Your headache is going to be terrible if you do not drink more.

[sesa]

[Luca why are you like this-]

Yes yes, of course. I'll make sure I'm nice and sobered up before I try to hobble back to the lab.

[...]

Thank you, Luca.

[unheiring]

[He gives a short, curt nod. His "kindness" can only go so far, after all.]

It's my job. You need not thank me for it.

[He sets to cleaning up the used glasses, though occasionally his gaze flicks upward to confirm that Sesa isn't wobbling too much as he leaves.]