[Sorry, Hawke, he's a little distracted. The leaning, the catching just at the right time; that shouldn't have worked. To his brain, working slowly through the haze of inhibition, he knows something there isn't quite right, but he can't quite put a finger on what.
Oh, well.]
Uh your drink--which you saved, not me...right. Anyway, the galaxy.
[The whole thing, his big grandiose hand gesture implies, but at least this time, it manages to avoid the alcohol. Small wonders.]
bless this
Oh, well.]
Uh your drink--which you saved, not me...right. Anyway, the galaxy.
[The whole thing, his big grandiose hand gesture implies, but at least this time, it manages to avoid the alcohol. Small wonders.]