Athessa nods, and moves to stand. "A new version of something old, at least. My grandmother used to make rowan mead at the end of every summer."
Instead of moving towards the door, she steps around the side of his desk to stand beside his chair, looking down at him apologetically. "But now I have to subject you to something truly awful."
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Date: 2021-02-22 03:05 am (UTC)Instead of moving towards the door, she steps around the side of his desk to stand beside his chair, looking down at him apologetically. "But now I have to subject you to something truly awful."