"An' -- an' a beer!" Berrod called behind the other Highlander with urgency. He'd not have anything to do with nasty leaf-water, not at all.
Coatleque's words thankfully retrieved him from a momentary crisis of realizing that he had no idea what beer was made from. "Eh," he replied gruffly, "I -- don't really like drinkin' warm stuff. An' it tastes bad -- an' ya gotta drink a lil' of it, an' so -slow-...! Not that anythin's really wrong with enjoyin' it, I guess. Uh. Romance. Uh."
With lightning speed, he snapped his head toward P'azih, apparently needing a distraction of his own. Romance was not a topic he enjoyed discussing with others in the least. "SO," he began far more loudly than was wise, "How is tribe life, huh?"
Coatleque's words thankfully retrieved him from a momentary crisis of realizing that he had no idea what beer was made from. "Eh," he replied gruffly, "I -- don't really like drinkin' warm stuff. An' it tastes bad -- an' ya gotta drink a lil' of it, an' so -slow-...! Not that anythin's really wrong with enjoyin' it, I guess. Uh. Romance. Uh."
With lightning speed, he snapped his head toward P'azih, apparently needing a distraction of his own. Romance was not a topic he enjoyed discussing with others in the least. "SO," he began far more loudly than was wise, "How is tribe life, huh?"
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