CHARM (Helping Hands)
Lin settled in without a hitch, which Dalton preferred to the guests who stood around at loose ends. As she answered his question, he nodded in silent approval. He reached for a second balloon glass, a spark of magic conjuring his spectral hands to fetch the ice from the freezer in the kitchen, along with the tonic. A bowl of limes was ready, but it was worth asking if she wanted any variation on the typical cocktail.
He took one lime, rolling it over the surface of the little cutting board on the cabinet, releasing the juices. “Any modifications? Garnishes, bitters... flavoured tonics?” Dalton checked, hearing the ice bucket rattling gently as it floated over. “The man who stocks my bar is very... thorough.” He gave her a glance, grinning a little.
Lin settled in without a hitch, which Dalton preferred to the guests who stood around at loose ends. As she answered his question, he nodded in silent approval. He reached for a second balloon glass, a spark of magic conjuring his spectral hands to fetch the ice from the freezer in the kitchen, along with the tonic. A bowl of limes was ready, but it was worth asking if she wanted any variation on the typical cocktail.
He took one lime, rolling it over the surface of the little cutting board on the cabinet, releasing the juices. “Any modifications? Garnishes, bitters... flavoured tonics?” Dalton checked, hearing the ice bucket rattling gently as it floated over. “The man who stocks my bar is very... thorough.” He gave her a glance, grinning a little.