[ She's about to respond, brows knitted together still, when suddenly— another worker rolls a barrel out.
It's on a dolly, marked clearly as some kind of bougie wine-beer fusion, and Aerith nods to him in thanks as she stands, hopping off the barstool. The perfect excuse! When she looks to Hotaru, the smile playing at her lips is knowing, and a little coy, as if communicating something the both of them know. She can't talk about it here, but Aerith can still spirit her away. ]
Well, if they're so nice, they won't mind me borrowing you for a while. Push this with me?
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It's on a dolly, marked clearly as some kind of bougie wine-beer fusion, and Aerith nods to him in thanks as she stands, hopping off the barstool. The perfect excuse! When she looks to Hotaru, the smile playing at her lips is knowing, and a little coy, as if communicating something the both of them know. She can't talk about it here, but Aerith can still spirit her away. ]
Well, if they're so nice, they won't mind me borrowing you for a while. Push this with me?
[ It's fairly light, all things considered. ]