[he was already ready to take it, only resisting for the sake of being polite. but with permission granted, Tonic eagerly snatches up the bottle and takes a closer look at it, the shape of the thing, the color of whatever is in it--the same way one would inspect a fine wine.
he opens it, smells it, makes a curious face. smells it again.]
Cinnamon. And talon root. Among other things. [he nods, approvingly, looking at the bottle again.] Strong, but you could mix it with a lot of things. It's nice.
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he opens it, smells it, makes a curious face. smells it again.]
Cinnamon. And talon root. Among other things. [he nods, approvingly, looking at the bottle again.] Strong, but you could mix it with a lot of things. It's nice.