“Well…” Seras pursed her lips, looking to mollify. She followed June’s quick actions through the ripping of paper towels, applying said towels against the worn wood, and the slopping of absorbed mead. She would have offered to help, would have preferred it, actually, but would have likely made more of a mess. So instead, she stood quietly as June mopped up.
“If you’re looking to try another one…” Serafina smiled with her acquiescence. “Then I’ll have what you’re having.”
“If you’re looking to try another one…” Serafina smiled with her acquiescence. “Then I’ll have what you’re having.”