[ Trevor seems to deliberate something, then opens the bottle and claims the seat on Ephemera's bad side at a safe distance. Making sure he's still in view, but keeping anyone else from coming up too close on that side. The liquor splashes into the glasses, sound familiar and comforting. ]
Is that what's been done to us here? My fairy lights, your art.
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Is that what's been done to us here? My fairy lights, your art.