[ For Alec's part, he knows it would be best if he left, but it just doesn't seem as important right now as it had before.
He takes a step or two closer, peering into the mug and wrinkling his nose. ] Jesus. Don't tell me you're supposed to drink that stuff. It smells awful.
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He takes a step or two closer, peering into the mug and wrinkling his nose. ] Jesus. Don't tell me you're supposed to drink that stuff. It smells awful.