[ Drake laughs softly, but there's understanding in it. Ephemera trusts his judgment.
The rest of dinner passes quietly, until Drake's downing the last mouthful of his whiskey feeling pleasantly buzzed. He takes their plates and sets them in the sink to deal with later. ]
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The rest of dinner passes quietly, until Drake's downing the last mouthful of his whiskey feeling pleasantly buzzed. He takes their plates and sets them in the sink to deal with later. ]
How are you feeling?