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The vague waft of wine was not unfamiliar, though not one he had encountered in a while. If he really tried to focus on the scent, he could probably identify the grape and blend, shifting through a vast array of knowledge that Grimm had compiled on wine over the years. Bast did well not to bother actually trying to pinpoint the wine, however, leaving it to the simple acknowledgement that it was definitely a white as he approached Margy's form. Frankly, he didn't want to admit to knowing much about any form of alcohol, reluctant to be reminded of Zaniel. (In fairness, Zaniel hated wine and had absolutely no higher form of understanding of the alcohol he guzzled down, but still. Any whiff of alcohol was enough to prompt a flurry of hazy memories.)
"Tell me how you really feel," he snorted in amusement as he settled beside her, having relaxed somewhat in her presence after having restored her garden. He knew that he needed to really apologize to her, and he would, but he felt less like she was silently judging and blaming him for the accident now. Maybe he did owe something to Suite for forcing him to figure something out for Mother's Day; without her prompting, he probably never would have thought of the garden. He eyed her wine for a moment, vaguely smug to confirm that it was, in fact, a white. After a beat, he had conjured himself a glass of Rosé, figuring he may as well join her (albeit he had zero intentions of drinking an entire bottle, as she seemed to). "Do you usually take up songs this fitting, or is this a one-off?" he drawled idly, taking a sip. It was a sweet blend, obviously, and his sweet tooth appreciated it.
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]