Deb/Dice
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He waves a hand, “Ohh, it’s not bad, I just have a preference towards ale or whiskey. Sweet things take some getting used to.” He grinned at her following comment regarding the personal kissing booth, debating on if it would be appropriate or not to slip her a card for the Madame, uncertain if that would be something she would even be interested in. For now, he kept that to himself.
“Can’t say I’m familiar with the name, but also not of the noble class myself, so I’m not very educated in the Houses about. Probably for the best.” He chuckles softly, testing another sip. His taste buds were getting more and more used to it and he was beginning to rather enjoy the subtle fruit flavoring. “I suppose it’s the way you hold yourself and your hefty donation to our cause that gave it away to me.”
At the mention of mental illnesses he perked a brow, being rather familiar with the topic himself. His sister certainly suffering from a variety of disorders herself, but again, not a topic to be brought up with someone who he had just began talking to. “Well, the Tarts are always hiring, or even on occasion we host an amateur night for performers outside of our ranks to shine.” He shrugs, it was an idea!
At her final question he paused, sipping a few times in thought as he debated his answer, “Anywhere and do anything. Probably rent one of those small shacks on the beaches of the Jade Forest, near one of the villages so I can not only enjoy the beautiful beach, but the delicious food as well. What about yourself?”
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