Connor's been too out of the loop to know exactly how expensive it is, but he's too well-versed in booze not to have a pretty good idea. This would be why he's treating the bottle as if it were a soap bubble.
"....Suffice?" His voices rasps and cracks almost into nothing, and he stares at her a little, then shakes his head. "Yes, it will more than suffice." He gives the weakest of smiles, but it's a smile all the same.
"Should... should I... make dinner?" He really feels like crawling into a dark cave and never coming out again, but he's mostly over the shakes, and something practical and ordinary might help him pull himself back together the rest of the way.
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Date: 2010-09-16 03:06 pm (UTC)"....Suffice?" His voices rasps and cracks almost into nothing, and he stares at her a little, then shakes his head. "Yes, it will more than suffice." He gives the weakest of smiles, but it's a smile all the same.
"Should... should I... make dinner?" He really feels like crawling into a dark cave and never coming out again, but he's mostly over the shakes, and something practical and ordinary might help him pull himself back together the rest of the way.