[He let's the alcohol sit deep in his belly, warming him from his lips to his toes. It went down regrettably smooth (in his experience that meant it would fight like hell when leaving) and warmed him to his core. The taste of spices lingering on his tongue and he licked his lips idly. He will ignore all judging from Lassie over there, taking his time to enjoy the aftermath of that glass.
Roman scoffs softly at his words, yeah, he knew what moonshine was- he wasn't as dumb as some people assumed he was. He just figured, with some of the other stuff around here, that it was some specially made gypsy hooch. Which would have been far more interesting than the run of the mill stuff, if he was going to be quite honest with himself.
But the Godfrey was learning to keep his mouth shut, sort of. Some things didn't need to be said, but he does shoot a look of his own, one that clearly portrayed the 'it would have been better if this was special gypsy hooch' message he was currently feeling. He rolls his eyes, however, at that sass.]
Oh, really? It's cinnamon? Oh no, a silver spooned rich boy like me has never even gone close to a kitchen before, not even to look at the spices on the spice rack. Is it supposed to be that color? [Settling the werewolf with another look.] I know what cinnamon looks like, asshole. Just not emerged like that.
[Puffing out a breath at the light teasing, but he easily settles into a bit of a grin as he finally hands his glass over. He tilts his head slightly at the question.]
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Roman scoffs softly at his words, yeah, he knew what moonshine was- he wasn't as dumb as some people assumed he was. He just figured, with some of the other stuff around here, that it was some specially made gypsy hooch. Which would have been far more interesting than the run of the mill stuff, if he was going to be quite honest with himself.
But the Godfrey was learning to keep his mouth shut, sort of. Some things didn't need to be said, but he does shoot a look of his own, one that clearly portrayed the 'it would have been better if this was special gypsy hooch' message he was currently feeling. He rolls his eyes, however, at that sass.]
Oh, really? It's cinnamon? Oh no, a silver spooned rich boy like me has never even gone close to a kitchen before, not even to look at the spices on the spice rack. Is it supposed to be that color? [Settling the werewolf with another look.] I know what cinnamon looks like, asshole. Just not emerged like that.
[Puffing out a breath at the light teasing, but he easily settles into a bit of a grin as he finally hands his glass over. He tilts his head slightly at the question.]
...Ever made what, booze?