Aside from rolling his head a little to watch her go, Connor doesn't move until she gets back. His eyebrows lift at the present, although he already had a good idea what it would be. But he wasn't expecting... that.
Connor takes the bottle carefully, and turns it around in his hands, noting the year. He hopes whatever world she got it from is set in the past, or else she's just handed him one of the most expensive drinks in the world. "...Thank you." It's a hoarse whisper, and his expression is definitely stunned.
Very carefully, reverently, he holds the bottle up to the light. She hasn't brought him a glass, and drinking out of the bottle directly would be sacrilege. "Nineteen-twenty-six... Franco became General of Spain... Queen Elizabeth the second was born... Jack Dempsey lost the world heavyweight title, and coal miners all across England went on strike." His tone is thoughtful and very distant.
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Date: 2010-09-16 01:33 pm (UTC)Connor takes the bottle carefully, and turns it around in his hands, noting the year. He hopes whatever world she got it from is set in the past, or else she's just handed him one of the most expensive drinks in the world. "...Thank you." It's a hoarse whisper, and his expression is definitely stunned.
Very carefully, reverently, he holds the bottle up to the light. She hasn't brought him a glass, and drinking out of the bottle directly would be sacrilege. "Nineteen-twenty-six... Franco became General of Spain... Queen Elizabeth the second was born... Jack Dempsey lost the world heavyweight title, and coal miners all across England went on strike." His tone is thoughtful and very distant.