Post by Bacchante on Sept 11, 2011 21:41:19 GMT -5
Although he tried, B'ach couldn't hide his confusion over Katya's words with any great skill. He looked at his table setting, trying to match it with what he understood of the phrase 'romantic'. Which was, admittedly, not a lot. In it, he saw only his pragmatism. Normally this chamber was unlit, except by glowbaskets along the side so he could find his way from the main room to his quarters and vice versa. The decision to use a candle on the table had been an easy one, as he didn't want to replace all the lights.
"Indeed? The only difference between this and any other place setting I would use is the size of the table. Personally, I have trouble seeing the, uh, 'romance'. This is possibly because I have only read the word, you see, and the few stories I have seen it in had less than favourable endings." And no advice for what to do on a situation like this. Her tones and cadences seemed to display some... Was it remorse, perhaps? The word could certainly be used in this regard, as despite what she actually said her actions were louder.
It was all very confusing for B'ach and he decided to rectify it by pouring a bit more wine, running out after barely half a glass. "Alas, the best vintages are always the least." Sipping it, he took the two small earthenware glasses from the centre of the table and laid them out. "Try a nip of this. Skrull's answer to winter, or so my father calls it. A tad sour, and rather powerful, but it certainly makes the chills vanish quickly. One shot per meal." Chill being the main theme of this stone Weyr. In fact, the cold in this room was already having a few physiological effects on both its inhabitants.
Now, B'ach cannot be blamed for what happened next. The potent Skrull Special is brewed only by the Master Brewers, whom only gain their master after they can brew it in such a way that it will not kill anyone. Every batch is tested twice; first on a goat and then, should the animal survive, on the Brewer himself. Each batch is, however, slightly different. As they age, they pick up a variety of effects beyond the normal inhibition damage associated with alcohol. Various brewers also add a variety of diced fruit to their bottles for added flavour, which sometimes reacts in unintended ways.
The bottle unsealed with a pop and a hiss, steam pouring from the top for a few moments. When he poured the liquid was revealed to be an emerald green colour, with a delightful scent of apples. In the back of his alcohol addled mind, B'ach thought he remebered something about apple vintages. But what with it being awhile since he'd last drunk and all the stress that was unwinding from him he just couldn't remember, even as he took a sip of his own.
Only one person in the room knew what was about to happen. Of course, she was too busy laughing inside to say anything. Zenith had been looking for a way to get back at her rider for his treatment of Riki and this, she decided, was just perfect.
The Special was sweeter than normal, which also should'be been a hint. Powerful, but the strength was masked by the intense flavour: Sweet at first with a sour aftertaste that caused a certain puckering of the lips. All in all, it was understandable that he forgot that the most common side effect when apples were added, one coincidentally accentuated in this particular mix, was lust. As the pair at the table would soon find out.
"Indeed? The only difference between this and any other place setting I would use is the size of the table. Personally, I have trouble seeing the, uh, 'romance'. This is possibly because I have only read the word, you see, and the few stories I have seen it in had less than favourable endings." And no advice for what to do on a situation like this. Her tones and cadences seemed to display some... Was it remorse, perhaps? The word could certainly be used in this regard, as despite what she actually said her actions were louder.
It was all very confusing for B'ach and he decided to rectify it by pouring a bit more wine, running out after barely half a glass. "Alas, the best vintages are always the least." Sipping it, he took the two small earthenware glasses from the centre of the table and laid them out. "Try a nip of this. Skrull's answer to winter, or so my father calls it. A tad sour, and rather powerful, but it certainly makes the chills vanish quickly. One shot per meal." Chill being the main theme of this stone Weyr. In fact, the cold in this room was already having a few physiological effects on both its inhabitants.
Now, B'ach cannot be blamed for what happened next. The potent Skrull Special is brewed only by the Master Brewers, whom only gain their master after they can brew it in such a way that it will not kill anyone. Every batch is tested twice; first on a goat and then, should the animal survive, on the Brewer himself. Each batch is, however, slightly different. As they age, they pick up a variety of effects beyond the normal inhibition damage associated with alcohol. Various brewers also add a variety of diced fruit to their bottles for added flavour, which sometimes reacts in unintended ways.
The bottle unsealed with a pop and a hiss, steam pouring from the top for a few moments. When he poured the liquid was revealed to be an emerald green colour, with a delightful scent of apples. In the back of his alcohol addled mind, B'ach thought he remebered something about apple vintages. But what with it being awhile since he'd last drunk and all the stress that was unwinding from him he just couldn't remember, even as he took a sip of his own.
Only one person in the room knew what was about to happen. Of course, she was too busy laughing inside to say anything. Zenith had been looking for a way to get back at her rider for his treatment of Riki and this, she decided, was just perfect.
The Special was sweeter than normal, which also should'be been a hint. Powerful, but the strength was masked by the intense flavour: Sweet at first with a sour aftertaste that caused a certain puckering of the lips. All in all, it was understandable that he forgot that the most common side effect when apples were added, one coincidentally accentuated in this particular mix, was lust. As the pair at the table would soon find out.
