[and now that they've been dragged back to the beginning again--he laughs too. he doesn't like being surprised, so that's something he may have to log away and address later, but for now the mood is lifting again and he's letting himself uncoil from some of the tighter machinations and heavy thoughts he'd been winding so tensely around.
and he looks over his drinks again, and then over at his shelves of other things, pondering at a lighter pace. he picks up on a train of thought he'd been chasing earlier.]
All right... [he runs his lovely fingers over his own mouth, momentary debating whether to ask... but he feels like this conversation has already been to the worst of things and back, so what would one more odd question possibly hurt?]
...What about things that aren't strictly poisonous?
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and he looks over his drinks again, and then over at his shelves of other things, pondering at a lighter pace. he picks up on a train of thought he'd been chasing earlier.]
All right... [he runs his lovely fingers over his own mouth, momentary debating whether to ask... but he feels like this conversation has already been to the worst of things and back, so what would one more odd question possibly hurt?]
...What about things that aren't strictly poisonous?