Nari watched the ice lift from the bucket, clumped together like it was cupped in a hand--which it was, by all accounts--and followed its trajectory until she was watching Dalton pour the gin. She grinned at his admission, the smile reaching her eyes.
“Oh, I would too, if I could,” she chimed, amused but meaning it in earnest. She could fly, but the grass was always greener--Dalton showed that he might never need to worry about being unable to find the remote, among other things. Stepping around the bucket she stood unobtrusively next to the wizard, watching as he poured the tonic and added the lime. With a murmured thanks, she took the offered drink in both hands, and then held it up to touch her glass to his in a toast.
“Oh, I would too, if I could,” she chimed, amused but meaning it in earnest. She could fly, but the grass was always greener--Dalton showed that he might never need to worry about being unable to find the remote, among other things. Stepping around the bucket she stood unobtrusively next to the wizard, watching as he poured the tonic and added the lime. With a murmured thanks, she took the offered drink in both hands, and then held it up to touch her glass to his in a toast.