[That's so smart, that's so smart— with a little hum of approval (and no small measure of relief) Fenris grabs the rag, sopping up every little droplet he can. And hey, turns out spilling while pouring paid off, because now they have even more liquid to funnel back into the bottle. So it all works out, sort of.
There is a thought for how gross all this is, but . . . eh! Rich people aren't really people, at least in Fenris' mind, and if the worst hardship they suffer is a bit of backwash, well. They'll cope. They can afford to cope.]
So what are you going to do when you get older?
[A callback to their earlier conversation, asked as skinny fingers wring out as much liquid as he can.]
no subject
There is a thought for how gross all this is, but . . . eh! Rich people aren't really people, at least in Fenris' mind, and if the worst hardship they suffer is a bit of backwash, well. They'll cope. They can afford to cope.]
So what are you going to do when you get older?
[A callback to their earlier conversation, asked as skinny fingers wring out as much liquid as he can.]
Take over for Zevlor?