There you go... [muttered soft as he concedes. there's some communication. he makes a short (but valiant) effort to reach the bottle from where he's at, but the nightstand is clear on the other side of the bed... so he has to roll off of Irahl's lap and clumsily reorient himself before he can get it.
the dragon gets some moments of freedom before Robin can turn and hand the bottle to him properly.]
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the dragon gets some moments of freedom before Robin can turn and hand the bottle to him properly.]
Just don't chug the whole thing, all right?