Sean smirked at him. “I like everything strong.” Any innuendo would fly right over Cal’s head, but it was still amusing to try anyway. “And I don’t mind campin’ outside of villages. S’what Havens are for, yeah?” He watched Cal busy himself with putting the herbs together, though the next question made Sean’s eyebrows rise.
“Honey? What, you raid a Killer Queen nest or somethin’? And here I thought I was the lunatic,” he teased. “If you got it on hand, sure. Been awhile since I tried any.”
At Cal’s next question, however, he sobered up immensely.
“…I don’t like givin’ up on folk,” he said slowly. “Especially in this day ‘n age – those ‘condemned to die’ tend to be the less fortunate. The poor, those in rural areas with none but themselves to rely on. Way I figure– s’long as you’re breathin’, you still got a fighting chance to live.”
Oh? He preferred his drinks strong? Mayhap ‘everything’ encompassed his food choices as well.
“I shall keep that in mind the next time I intend to brew or boil something.” He mused, watching as small bubbles began to form on the surface of the water. He gave a light noise of affirmation at Sean’s comment about havens, feeling himself slump slightly with defeat. Well, if Sean was not opposed to everything them sleeping in entailed, he would go through with drinking a cup of tea himself afterall.
“Indeed, I’ve some honey on hand. I’ll add some in just before you mean to drink, then.” He reached back down into his pack yet again, fishing around for a small jar. After a moment’s pause, Sean piped up yet again, and Cal found himself freezing in place.
Don’t like givin’ up on folk. The water began roiling more furiously now, larger bubbles chasing up to the surface. S’long as you’re breathin’, you still got a fighting chance to live.
Cal very visibly melted at that, bringing the jar of honey out and letting it rest on the log next to him. Lifting both hands to run through his locks, he stared wearily into the pot, watching the water jump with heat now. Releasing his hair with one hand, Cal picked up the herb packets and tossed them into the boiling water, watching as they bubbled, slowly seeping a purple-brown colour into the liquid.
“...You and I are of one mind on that.” He muttered in response, attempting to wrangle down his own thoughts. “Mayhap a wise man does not know everything. I may be stretching mine attention thin, but-” Shiva’s tits, he almost spewed out royal council business without a second thought. Clamping his jaw shut, Cal closed his eyes, trying to figure out how he could salvage the sentence without giving too much away.
“...I will create new potions yet.” It was not the entire truth- but it wasn’t a lie, either.
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