[ Anna isn't often very expressive, but the absurdity of the order had caught her off guard. She frowns to herself now, but takes being teased with actually relative good grace. She learned from the Hunters a long time ago that you can't rise to every bloody joke or you look like an easy target.
She pours out the liquors: blue. Then she adds the soda. Garnishes with a straw and a little umbrella. ]
No tea, no island, just blue.
[ She mutters this dryly in her soft brogue as she pushes the drink across the bartop. ]
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She pours out the liquors: blue. Then she adds the soda. Garnishes with a straw and a little umbrella. ]
No tea, no island, just blue.
[ She mutters this dryly in her soft brogue as she pushes the drink across the bartop. ]