[She releases the Reaper and flopped to the ground slightly ungracefully, and patted the spot on the grass beside her.]
You didn't make this, did you? Sometimes what you make tastes like tar...
[She couldn't fault the little Reaper, she was bred to sever souls, after all, not brew tea. Still, that Demon managed... no matter. She gathered the cup into her hands delicately, keeping her little finger lifted in a ladylike manner.]
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You didn't make this, did you? Sometimes what you make tastes like tar...
[She couldn't fault the little Reaper, she was bred to sever souls, after all, not brew tea. Still, that Demon managed... no matter. She gathered the cup into her hands delicately, keeping her little finger lifted in a ladylike manner.]
How long have you been here?