[ThorenVald Estate—Balcony, Afternoon]
The sun was blazing down on the estate, but not hot enough to roast a knight in his armor. It was a Perfect beer weather.
I poured a glass, leaned against the table like a man who'd worked far harder than I had, and squinted at Princess Sirella.
"Want some?" I held it out like an offering from the gods.
She wrinkled her nose, as if I'd just presented her with a dead rat. "No. I don't drink beer."
"More for me, then." I shrugged, skipped the glass entirely, and downed a glorious gulp straight from the bottle.
THUD!
I slammed it down with dramatic flair. "HAAAH! That's the taste of life."
Sirella looked at me the way one might look at a goat attempting ballet. "…If you were going to drink from the bottle, why pour it into a glass?"
"For you, of course," I said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Then I pointed at the untouched glass. "Since you don't want it, I'll just drink that too. Waste not, want not."
