[ Martin takes the bottle, eyeing the label. ] So, we're just going to drink after each other? [ Eh, he doesn't really care. The cork comes off easily, even without a proper corkscrew. He takes a small drink, savoring it over downing it. ] Nice. Sweet, not too acidic. Is there berries in this? My tastebuds might be off, the cold of this planet kills them.
[ Said with a little roll of his eyes, but a smile to say Martin has amused him. And actually, by cups, he means glasses, but he calls them cups because that's just what he's used to. He sets them down on one of the benches, and indicates for Martin to sit with him. ]
I don't know. Maybe. I usually get Athos' advice on that sort of thing, I'm not much of a connoisseur. Is it different from what you're used to? It's Parisien, I think.
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[ That's basically the only alcohol he'd bought - red wine, the decent kind, from his own era. It reminds him of home.
He retrieves a bottle that's been stopped; it's about three quarters full. He holds it out to Martin. ]
I'll share if you will. Honestly, it'll probably make me warmer.
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[ Said with a little roll of his eyes, but a smile to say Martin has amused him. And actually, by cups, he means glasses, but he calls them cups because that's just what he's used to. He sets them down on one of the benches, and indicates for Martin to sit with him. ]
I don't know. Maybe. I usually get Athos' advice on that sort of thing, I'm not much of a connoisseur. Is it different from what you're used to? It's Parisien, I think.