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#i feel bad for whoever has to dump out the contents of the cauldron
brashnbolt · 2 years
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[Spiked Punch]
amethysts stared down at bubbling concoction, thin brows furrowed --expression turning from confusion to dubious disgust. " pray tell. " he'd mutter. " what in the name of the seven is this. "
"Only the finest brew Diasomnia has the offer!" Sebek gloats, chest puffed out with pride. He stands shoulder to shoulder with Pomefiore's housewarden, arms crossed behind his back, his regular speaking voice loud enough to be heard above the dining hall's noise.
"I made it myself at Malleus's request! I think it compliments the rest of the food quite well."
An utter lie, he thinks, hoping the other doesn't see his eyebrow twitching. He knows it tastes wretched, but he'd never be the first to admit it. Not when the Young Master's reputation is on the line.
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