[ Rolling her eyes, La'an leans over to stub the cigarette out on the floor, making sure it's firmly out before she adds it to the garbage. Sorry, village drunk, this one isn't being salvaged. ]
How do you expect to even taste the coffee with this poison coating your senses...
[ She mutters mostly to herself before walking away, disposing of the toxin-laden stick before finding a mug to fill with the steaming nectar known as coffee. Is it the best coffee she's ever had? Far from it, but it's coffee and that's what matters. Filling a mug for herself as well, she adds sugar and powdered creamer to one before returning to the midnight musician.
Setting both on the table beside him, she gestures and says in her usual no-nonsense tone that doesn't betray how much she cares and worries about others: ] I don't know how you take it, so pick one and I'll drink the other.
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How do you expect to even taste the coffee with this poison coating your senses...
[ She mutters mostly to herself before walking away, disposing of the toxin-laden stick before finding a mug to fill with the steaming nectar known as coffee. Is it the best coffee she's ever had? Far from it, but it's coffee and that's what matters. Filling a mug for herself as well, she adds sugar and powdered creamer to one before returning to the midnight musician.
Setting both on the table beside him, she gestures and says in her usual no-nonsense tone that doesn't betray how much she cares and worries about others: ] I don't know how you take it, so pick one and I'll drink the other.