[He takes it, leading the way toward the kitchen.]
No promises.
[But it's clearly a joke; he hasn't drank enough to throw up since he was in grad school, although who knows maybe this'll break the streak. He sets the bottle on the table and goes to get small glasses, passing one to Kyna but not pouring any for her yet, instead pouring a little of the mystery alcohol into his own glass and considering it for a few seconds.]
Here goes, I guess.
[And he takes a cautious sip, nose immediately scrunching up, but he does swallow it and doesn't throw up, so success?]
Ugh, it's like... Nail polish and cucumbers.
[Which is straight up offensive, but it could be worse. It could be nail polish and celery.
no subject
No promises.
[But it's clearly a joke; he hasn't drank enough to throw up since he was in grad school, although who knows maybe this'll break the streak. He sets the bottle on the table and goes to get small glasses, passing one to Kyna but not pouring any for her yet, instead pouring a little of the mystery alcohol into his own glass and considering it for a few seconds.]
Here goes, I guess.
[And he takes a cautious sip, nose immediately scrunching up, but he does swallow it and doesn't throw up, so success?]
Ugh, it's like... Nail polish and cucumbers.
[Which is straight up offensive, but it could be worse. It could be nail polish and celery.
Also he's still going to drink it.]