"... Or do you just hate wine?"
Rizz snarkily asked, "Do you prefer white? Maybe I should've busted out some liquor. I'm not really partial to anything, personally. Alcohol is alcohol.
"... What else could it be?
"Should I guzzle this shit down straight from the bottle? Will that make you feel better?"
Before Mira willingly shared her brewing thoughts, Rizz lifted the bottle to his lips and chugged down some gulps.
"Ahh… Not bad. I'll have to thank Horthal for the recommendation."
Turning his gaze back to the mousekin matriarch, a burp hopped out of Rizz's chest.
"Well… are you joining me for a drink as a friend of my friends?
"... Or are you just a cowardly rat, too afraid to talk openly like grown-ups?"
"I'm no rat!"
