🌙 I would love to hear it.

I would say it tastes good but that would be a lie a lot of the time. Warms you up though, and it's nostalgic.

For once I agree on the definition of heresy and the suitable response.

[Holding suspicious oiled rags and matches] well, I've been meaning to head back to the city.

Ma and Pa always did swear by Dragon Spit. Just whatever they got out of the still that season crossed with whatever fruit juices they could find. Served warm of course.
Elsewise at sea the captain favored a bit of cider heated with some cinnamon.

((The Callahan Chronicles, HogFather, The Sailor Steve Costigan Stories, Sword of Solomon Kane, Slayers Omnibus))

The existence of a 'player' responsible for all of my actions is a terrifying abyss. But if I am some creation of hers she cannot be wholly unlike me. And so a stout blade will serve her well.