Gwen in hand, Sally plods up the stairs and can briefly be heard talking with a man, the voice muffled through the walls. She returns sans baby. "Alright, let's boogie."
Sally laughs brightly at how stilted the word sounds coming from Fever. "You never heard that word before? It's like---" Sally tilts her head thoughtfully, trying to decide how to describe it. "It means to move, usually dancing but also just kind of in general."
"There's a lot of words I don't know." She shrugs. Whether that's a side effect of her condition or just her exposure, she can't tell. "Usually I find them when reading, so I've gotten in the habit of keeping a dictionary around then to check. Or I try to remember and look at them later."
"Well, now you don't have to worry about it!" She grins, cheerful as ever. Sally's honestly relieved to be getting a little time out of the shop, and it's been a really, really long time since she's had a good female friend. She has a bit of a spring in her step as she quickly closes up. "So, Oak & Iron? What's your drink of choice?"
"A red wine, mostly, though I'll give anything a go once. One of these days I'll find something I'll taste and suddenly know 'this one's my favorite', above all others. What about you?"
With how much it seems to have brightened Sally's day, she's more than glad she accepted.
Sally considers this for a moment. "You ever had a Moscow Mule before? I'm gonna guess they call it something else here, seeing as there's no Moscow. It's vodka, lime juice, and ginger beer over ice served in a copper cup. The copper keeps it super cold, which is how you want it."
"Never had the pleasure, but if they have the ingredients here, I'm more than ready to try it. Anything more involved than putting it in a glass is still a novelty to me, and even then, there's enough times that was just skipped depending on what survived at camp..."
Or how one felt. She pauses.
"I was traveling for a long while, before I came here. Tents, bedrolls, all of that. A good amount of our supplies were just...what we could get our hands on via trade or some gold. No room to really be picky with that."
"Oh, cocktails are the best. They're delicious and can get you really messed up," Sally says, laughing. "Your life sounds like something out of the Hobbit. Were you saving the world from an ancient evil or something?"
She's half-joking, but she sort of hopes Fever says yes because that'd be awesome.
Sally laughs sheepishly. "Oh, that's amazing," she says, the admiration in her tone genuine. "To be honest, I'm a bit jealous--- I spent my whole life trapped in a tiny town and a little helpless most of the time. I mean, I had some social sway, but it's only so much. Then I came here and met people who went on adventures and had amazing powers... Not to say that I think your life was easy, but... "
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Gwen in hand, Sally plods up the stairs and can briefly be heard talking with a man, the voice muffled through the walls. She returns sans baby. "Alright, let's boogie."
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Fever chuckles at the unfamiliar word but easily pulls herself away from admiring a display, moving instead to get the door.
"After you."
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With how much it seems to have brightened Sally's day, she's more than glad she accepted.
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Or how one felt. She pauses.
"I was traveling for a long while, before I came here. Tents, bedrolls, all of that. A good amount of our supplies were just...what we could get our hands on via trade or some gold. No room to really be picky with that."
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She's half-joking, but she sort of hopes Fever says yes because that'd be awesome.
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Whatever the Hobbit is, if it's got anything like that, then she sympathizes.
"It's close enough for my taste."
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She makes a vague hand gesture.