✎ sparkling water.
... This water was kind of gross on its own, but got a lot better with some of the fruit syrups added to it. The fact they were already partial to fruit aside, of course. Their current glass, however, is fated to stay untouched until they find a bottle of said syrup —
Or until they find a guy at the buffet table with no drink in sight. Half out of concern and half out of some vague compulsion, like the earth itself ferrying them to him, they approach to offer him the flute of water, bubbling crisply and merrily.
It's whatever, they can't find the strawberry syrup to save their life right now, anyways.
"Hello, mister." they greet, awkwardly. "I think my elemental wants me to talk to people. Would you like some water?"
An unfamiliar voice greeted him and Stahl turned from the buffet almost guiltily, wiping crumbs from his lips. There was no universally agreed upon definition of too many canapes, was there?
"Oh! I would, thank you." He took the proffered glass and took a thirsty sip. Then tried to hide his frown. Good heavens, this was dreadful. Had nobles taken to ruining water now too? What was wrong with good old fashioned fresh water?
"Ah... Refreshing..." He coughed gently and attempted to hide his distaste with an introduction. "I'm Stahl, by the way." He shook the other's hand and glanced down as a new brown-orange flower yawned open around his neck. "And I suppose your meddling elemental is Earth." He had caught onto how the flowers functioned by now, despite his own patron offering little helpful information.
