She has no voices in her head to silence, no drums pounding in her ears, so a calming potion for a specific purpose is going to make her blithely dreamy. Add the alcohol...
"You're describing an English winter in general," she points out, taking another mouthful. Her palate is trying very hard to pick out the new flavours from the potion, but the potion itself is working against her, calming the interest in the new and prompting her to give him a slow smile instead. "But I like to watch that sort of rain from inside."
She turns back to the window, eyes on the very weather in question. It takes her a moment or two to speak again.
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Date: 2013-10-03 01:27 pm (UTC)"You're describing an English winter in general," she points out, taking another mouthful. Her palate is trying very hard to pick out the new flavours from the potion, but the potion itself is working against her, calming the interest in the new and prompting her to give him a slow smile instead. "But I like to watch that sort of rain from inside."
She turns back to the window, eyes on the very weather in question. It takes her a moment or two to speak again.
"How shall I pose today, Rabbie?"