A little blue elf slightly tilted the long-necked bottle in its hand.
A stream of blue liquid broke free from the confinement of the bottle's neck, cheerfully flowing down and hitting the empty bottom of the glass, frothing a layer of delicate bubbles.
Zheng Qing carefully handed over a glass full of Green Bee to Thomas with the utmost respect.
"Thank you... I remember the first time you drank this, you kept complaining about its spiciness... Have you adapted to it now?" A broad smile spread across Thomas's face, his green eyes sparkling.
"Not bad, not bad." Zheng Qing stood rigidly beside him, looking somewhat uneasy.
"Thank you." As Thomas received a green pear from the little elf, he turned to the publicly-funded student, "How's that group of elves you saved on the charter plane...I heard they're still alive?"
