Curious as ever, Juniper continued to watch Theo as he worked, grinning widening when she heard the bottle crackle open. Her sensitive nose picked up the fragrance that exuded from the narrow neck--not too unfamiliar, but nothing she'd ever personally tasted before. Her eyes tracked his hands, watching as he arranged the glasses and poured just a bit into each.
The Inquisitor's laugh loosened her up a bit, even if she was so surprised she could've fallen out of her chair. Her silence probably gave that away, no pithy or stupid comment following his reasonable reply. Instead, she huffed a little, and then when he offered her the drink, she reached out with both hands, one cupping beneath the base. With intense concentration, Juniper held it gingerly, like it was either a baby or a live grenade, or both, as she lifted it to get a better whiff of the alcohol.
It was pleasant but potent. It was a warm smell, smoke-like and fruity, and tempting to drink, but she waited. Theo was the cue, and she lifted her intent gaze to watch him, observing carefully how he might drink. Or sip. Or slam it back, perhaps? She had no idea.
The Inquisitor's laugh loosened her up a bit, even if she was so surprised she could've fallen out of her chair. Her silence probably gave that away, no pithy or stupid comment following his reasonable reply. Instead, she huffed a little, and then when he offered her the drink, she reached out with both hands, one cupping beneath the base. With intense concentration, Juniper held it gingerly, like it was either a baby or a live grenade, or both, as she lifted it to get a better whiff of the alcohol.
It was pleasant but potent. It was a warm smell, smoke-like and fruity, and tempting to drink, but she waited. Theo was the cue, and she lifted her intent gaze to watch him, observing carefully how he might drink. Or sip. Or slam it back, perhaps? She had no idea.