[wiš'adel plucks the cocoa mug from his hand and replaces it with a different one, something that smells warm and spiced and alcoholic. judging from the sound of clattering dishware, she's tossed the offending mug into one of those little catering tubs of dirty dishes--
was that a crack? oh, who CARES. not her.]
Seriously, who handed you that? Don't they have eyes?
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[wiš'adel plucks the cocoa mug from his hand and replaces it with a different one, something that smells warm and spiced and alcoholic. judging from the sound of clattering dishware, she's tossed the offending mug into one of those little catering tubs of dirty dishes--
was that a crack? oh, who CARES. not her.]
Seriously, who handed you that? Don't they have eyes?