[ He doesn't meet her with any sort of challenge, instead canting his head with in a mute Fair point. Given the casual way she's talking about it, Jim can only assume she's been here long enough to get a finger on the pulse of things. She doesn't seem worried, and if these strange little beings are more interested in arguing over what to give him than the state of the bonfire, Gordon isn't one to argue the point. ]
I've seen some strange stuff but this takes the cake.
[ Whether he means the spirits or the whole situation at large it's difficult to say. Either way, when he finally gets his tumbler of what he hopes is whiskey, he takes the glass and gestures a cheers at the makeshift bartender. ]
Thanks.
[ Before taking a sip of it. It burns, sharp and familiar on the sides and backs of his tongue, pushing simulated warmth into his core to chase out the chill of the rain. He sighs when he sets the glass back on the counter. ]
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I've seen some strange stuff but this takes the cake.
[ Whether he means the spirits or the whole situation at large it's difficult to say. Either way, when he finally gets his tumbler of what he hopes is whiskey, he takes the glass and gestures a cheers at the makeshift bartender. ]
Thanks.
[ Before taking a sip of it. It burns, sharp and familiar on the sides and backs of his tongue, pushing simulated warmth into his core to chase out the chill of the rain. He sighs when he sets the glass back on the counter. ]