[ Matt feels like he isn't explaining himself well, which is at least a familiar feeling. Almost impressive that he can manage it while discussing belief with a god. With a wistful pang, he recalls that first Communion with Quetzalcoatl. How he couldn't think of anything to do but spill the entire contents of his brain to her, where faith and magic was concerned. How the Feathered Serpent loved and accepted him in all his messy devotion.
Which is to say, the dubious drinks can't come quickly enough.
Matt takes his up with an alacrity that maybe implies he didn't hear the part about how bad it tastes? ]
You had me at "without the side effects." [ That came pretty late in the sentence. ] Cheers.
[ Matt does, at least, take a sniff to level-set, and isn't totally blindsided by the vinegar-that-came-back-wrong taste. But with his first swallow, he has to really take a moment to convinced his mouth to hold the liquid in. He swallows in a close-lipped gulp. ]
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Which is to say, the dubious drinks can't come quickly enough.
Matt takes his up with an alacrity that maybe implies he didn't hear the part about how bad it tastes? ]
You had me at "without the side effects." [ That came pretty late in the sentence. ] Cheers.
[ Matt does, at least, take a sniff to level-set, and isn't totally blindsided by the vinegar-that-came-back-wrong taste. But with his first swallow, he has to really take a moment to convinced his mouth to hold the liquid in. He swallows in a close-lipped gulp. ]