[ What he wants is to finish what they started when those fucking annoying dandelions were roaming the castle, before the cloak intervened. The casual touch, the easy reassurance, just reminds him of what's right in reach, of what he risks losing.
Tony grabs his glass and takes a sip. It's tasty, strong, a bit spicy. Appealing in a way that wasn't so different from the man who conjured it. ] Mm, that is much more fun than turning water into wine. [ A beat. ] It's good. Thanks.
[ Another beat, Tony takes another sip. ] You gotta teach me how to do that.
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Tony grabs his glass and takes a sip. It's tasty, strong, a bit spicy. Appealing in a way that wasn't so different from the man who conjured it. ] Mm, that is much more fun than turning water into wine. [ A beat. ] It's good. Thanks.
[ Another beat, Tony takes another sip. ] You gotta teach me how to do that.