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@ -6,7 +6,7 @@ Her first drink was a total wash. Someone had decided to explore the utility of
There was, True Name discovered, essentially no place for sulfur in a cocktail. It was a drink that was *almost* good, so long as one did not breathe in the scent. The first heady whiff that she got had burnt her nostrils and she only managed a few sips after that.
Her next drink was some bracingly strong lime-and-bitters-and-liquor deal with a float of foam made of egg whites and pork fat. There was a dusting of star anise and cinnamon on top. Her final assessment: pleasantly disgusting. The lime, egg whites, and spices all worked quite well together, she imagined, but the added porky fat clashed with it in such a savory way that she suspected it would have gone better with some brown spirit.
Her next drink was some bracingly strong lime-and-bitters-and-liquor deal with a float of foam made of egg whites and pork fat. There was a dusting of star anise and cinnamon on top. Her final assessment: pleasantly disgusting. The lime, egg whites, and spices all worked quite well together, she imagined, but the added porkiness fat clashed with it in such a savory way that she suspected it would have gone better with some brown spirit.
Still, she drank it all.
@ -80,7 +80,7 @@ True Name let the non-compliment slide over her, continuing. "If we are to steer
Jonas's frown deepened. "You're a bit further along in this than maybe I gave you credit for."
The skunk leaned forward, resting her chin on folded hands. She refused to rise to the bait offered, choosing instead a thoughtful expression. "Your forks. Do they work on a similar dialectic?"
The skunk leaned forward, resting her chin on folded paws. She refused to rise to the bait offered, choosing instead a thoughtful expression. "Your forks. Do they work on a similar dialectic?"
He nodded.
@ -88,7 +88,7 @@ He nodded.
"It's not a bad idea, no, and with a small clade, some of whom already look like you, you can probably get away with it easily enough. I have to make sure only one of me is out and about where people might see me at a time." He grinned, adding with a wink, "At least, while working. Ar is out drinking."
The skunk laughed. "Of course. Hopefully he has better luck with drinks than I did."
True Name laughed. "Of course. Hopefully he has better luck with drinks than I did."
There was a lull in the conversation as True Name crunched her way through the bruschetta on her plate.