[Despite what she'd like people to think, Maketh isn't much of a host - not when it comes to informal things, anyway. She likes events that have scripts and templates to follow, clear guidelines for every interaction. Possibly a rule-book written about the subject. Exactly none of those things apply here.
She goes to get the water, for lack of a better idea. Bottled water, instead of from the tap. She doesn't trust anything that the gods provide, but she's leery of drinking straight from the tap. There could be parasites, or something even worse.
Well, maybe. Hopefully not.
The glasses are clean, at least.
She sets them down on the table, next to the whiskey. They're probably done drinking now. Part of her thinks that's a shame. She takes a seat before that thought can spiral.] Here.
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She goes to get the water, for lack of a better idea. Bottled water, instead of from the tap. She doesn't trust anything that the gods provide, but she's leery of drinking straight from the tap. There could be parasites, or something even worse.
Well, maybe. Hopefully not.
The glasses are clean, at least.
She sets them down on the table, next to the whiskey. They're probably done drinking now. Part of her thinks that's a shame. She takes a seat before that thought can spiral.] Here.