He should believe you. You don't have enough imagination to make up something this stupid. [ Lambert says cheerily. ] Besides, everyone wants something. If you really didn't care how things are, why bother getting your hair cut? Or building a fancy tub out here when you've already got a fancy bathroom upstairs?
[ Which is worlds away from figuring out repairing a relationship that isn't exactly broken, and a bit of a nonsense answer in itself besides. Maybe it's the magic and the alcohol together to blame, the flush already high on Lambert's cheeks as he snickers and quaffs the last of his mug. He reaches for the bottle again, thankfully still steady enough to pour himself a measure without further mishap, before setting it down and beckoning a hand at Geralt. ]
Good, right? [ Good by witcher standards meaning probably strong enough to sear paint and stomachs for anyone else, but just enough to hurtle them briskly along the road to pleasantly tipsy (and later, inevitably regretful). ] Want another?
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[ Which is worlds away from figuring out repairing a relationship that isn't exactly broken, and a bit of a nonsense answer in itself besides. Maybe it's the magic and the alcohol together to blame, the flush already high on Lambert's cheeks as he snickers and quaffs the last of his mug. He reaches for the bottle again, thankfully still steady enough to pour himself a measure without further mishap, before setting it down and beckoning a hand at Geralt. ]
Good, right? [ Good by witcher standards meaning probably strong enough to sear paint and stomachs for anyone else, but just enough to hurtle them briskly along the road to pleasantly tipsy (and later, inevitably regretful). ] Want another?