[L accepts the canteen; it's colder than he expected it to be, but he enchanted that belt himself; maybe he shouldn't be. It's better for it to be fresh, if it's for magic, and as Niles gets the glasses, he's already turning toward his drafting papers and tools, opening the canteen and pouring some of its contents out into his palm.
He yelps in disgust, nearly drops it, stumbles against his skidding chair. The glasses catch his eye; he lifts his wet hand to his nose, sniffs gingerly.
He lowers his arm, and seems to relax.]
I was expecting blood. I saw the color and thought you'd brought piss.
[Niles' ears perk up and his tail floofs in mild alarm at the noise, but at L's explanation, (and also his expression), he laughs. L's wide eyes, capable of being so intimidating, were also well suited for comical levels of shock and disgust. He savors the moment, shaking his head as his snicker tapers off.]
No, it's minted lemonade. Juice and a cookie after donating blood and all. I don't have time for baking anymore, so those'll have to do.
[He flips his left arm over on the table and offers L a glass with his right.]
[Of course the notion would amuse Niles... in large part becausem, disgusting as it is, the notion is rather a funny one. L dries his hand with a tea towel, going to the sink and dampening it when he realizes that it'll be difficult to perform rune work with sticky fingers.]
Minted lemonade...
[It does sound like an appealing combination.]
It should help with the sugar depletion. Thoughtful, really.
[He takes the glass, and if he hated it, he wouldn't be sipping it so many times in a row.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
The candy's all yours, but we're sharing the canteen.
[He finds the tall glasses quickly, (thanks to leftover knowledge from his time stalking and spying), and returns to sit in his customary chair.]
no subject
He yelps in disgust, nearly drops it, stumbles against his skidding chair. The glasses catch his eye; he lifts his wet hand to his nose, sniffs gingerly.
He lowers his arm, and seems to relax.]
I was expecting blood. I saw the color and thought you'd brought piss.
no subject
No, it's minted lemonade. Juice and a cookie after donating blood and all. I don't have time for baking anymore, so those'll have to do.
[He flips his left arm over on the table and offers L a glass with his right.]
no subject
Minted lemonade...
[It does sound like an appealing combination.]
It should help with the sugar depletion. Thoughtful, really.
[He takes the glass, and if he hated it, he wouldn't be sipping it so many times in a row.]