[Elleru grins widely, pleased as he sets his possessions aside. Not just anyone can get Scaramouche to part with his possessions, she's sure -- particularly his weapons and instrument. That makes her feel all the more special.
She turns to face him, making her way to the cabinet, her magenta eyes on the numerous, colorful drinks. It's no surprise they're all completely foreign to her; however, if there's one thing she's learned thus far by living among uprights, it's that her tolerance for certain tastes and substances is significantly higher than that of the average person. She's therefore not too worried about the actual contents, and decides to pick the one in the prettiest bottle.
She slips her fingers around the neck, turning it over to inspect the label.]
Can you drink, Scaramouche? [She asks that in earnest curiosity, as what she knows about robots is that the answer is generally a no.] I do not want to be alone in my enjoyment of this.
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She turns to face him, making her way to the cabinet, her magenta eyes on the numerous, colorful drinks. It's no surprise they're all completely foreign to her; however, if there's one thing she's learned thus far by living among uprights, it's that her tolerance for certain tastes and substances is significantly higher than that of the average person. She's therefore not too worried about the actual contents, and decides to pick the one in the prettiest bottle.
She slips her fingers around the neck, turning it over to inspect the label.]
Can you drink, Scaramouche? [She asks that in earnest curiosity, as what she knows about robots is that the answer is generally a no.] I do not want to be alone in my enjoyment of this.