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[After getting violently ejected from his own house, Asch has set up temporary shop in Good Spirits until he figures out where to go (and whether or not to try and evict Guy and get his house back). Since Guy apparently hit his head and can't even remember working there, Asch is hoping that the bar will be the last place he'll have to worry about running into Guy again. And it's not like dealing with the shop is particularly hard; all you have to do is pour drinks and listen to people's griping, and what good is a replica if he can't do that in Asch's place? ...The listening part, anyway. Floating glasses of alcohol might give people the wrong idea.

So in short, Asch will be doing two things today: shopping and carrying groceries back to the bar to stock up, or hanging out in the bar and trying not to attempt to murder his invisible companion. Stupid drecks and their attempts at impressing him. He's not really used to being around a lot of people, so he easily forgets that he's the only one who can see Luke. Thus:]

I already told you to keep your feet on the ground. You could at least pretend to be normal.

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Shut up! Stop doing that, I don't need help.

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Just be quiet already!!

[...Yeah he's a little crazy in public this week.]

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[Stop pouting, it's unbecoming on a girl. And Asch is v. unimpressed.]

[Oh fine. :( Ted, seeing as she's getting nowhere, decides to give up and focus on something else ~~after finishing her drink~~.] How many recipes do you know for drinks?

I don't know, I've never counted. Twenty or so, maybe.

Can you teach me some?

...I guess. [Not like he has anything better to do, and hopefully this'll distract her from trying to get him to talk or something.]

[Well, she's given up now that her head's a little light, but she's still sober enough to move around from her seat to behind the bar, as if she owned the place.] Great!

[...Joy. Nothing like an enthusiastic student. Now what can he teach her...]

...I can show you the Auldrant drinks. [He starts getting together some ingredients.]

Auldrant?

My world. There's a drink for every fonon, so there's seven of them.

Fonon? [A pause. They'll probably end up discussing this stuff if she keeps asking, and her head feels too fuzzy to remember more information than necessary.] Can you tell me about them next time? After I see what kind of drinks these are?

Hm, whatever. [She'd be better off asking one of the real fonists, though.] Let's start with Efreet. [And then he starts mixing a number of reddish-gold liquids, trusting her to listen to his instructions and watch what he does.]

[She's surprisingly attentive, taking note of this for future use in case she wanted to make her own drinks.]

[After a moment or so, Asch slides over an amber-coloured drink with the center as red as a volcano.] Efreet's Inferno.

I didn't know there were drinks like this. [She said, staring at it. It sure beats the regular one-colored effect of soda.] What else are there?

Every world must have their own drinks. [He mixes another, a creamy-white mixture of alcoholic froth.] Rem's Blessing, I think. Something like that, anyway.

You're pretty good for someone who's just filling in.

Just because I'm replacing someone doesn't mean I'm- [Asch stops there, disliking the way that sounds already.]

[Woah there.] I didn't mean it in a bad way! [She frowns.] Sorry.

Forget it. [He moves on, mixing together a more complicated drink; golden in colour, it seems to shimmer oddly in the glass, as if changing colour subtly from gold to copper in certain areas.] This is the last one I know- Lorelei's Hymn.

[She watches that, though her attention was slightly halved in thought. Did she offend him.] Your world sure has some interesting stuff. Where did you learn how to make these?

I- [...Wait. Where did he learn them? Because it sure as hell wasn't from Guy.] ...I picked them up somewhere.

Secret trade? [Well, she won't push it.] Can I try making some, or would it be too much of alcohol waste?

Do whatever you want. Just don't mix large glasses if no one's going to drink them.

I won't. [Okay, going to go for that latest one first, because it's the last in her memory so it's the least likely she'll screw up... maybe.]

[Asch just watches for a while, because he's really not a teacher by nature; mostly he's interested in what she remembers.]

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