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- “Just need a drink to make things perfect,” Ulfric agreed.
- …which reminded me of something. I grabbed a few things from the honey store with a couple of wasps and ferried it via the bug chutes.
- [...]
- My wasps popped in and gently dropped wax balls the size of basketballs at the edge of the pond, one per person. They had oversized corks sealed by wax pins, since bees were surprisingly bad at delicate work. Ulfric took his, popped the cork and breathed in.
- “Tell me it’s mead,” Karjn said as uncorked her own ball.
- It wasn’t. First, I didn’t actually know how to make mead. Alcohol had never appealed to me. But even then, I was pretty sure mead required fermentation, which meant yeast, which I didn’t have.
- He frowned. “Doesn’t smell like booze, so I don’t think so. Sweet, though.”
- “Bottoms up!”
- Maryll put her mouth to the opening and raised the ball over her head. Half of the honeyed water I’d filled the balls with went down her throat. The rest of it went all over the rest of her. She lowered it and grinned. “It’s good!”
- “What are you, an orc?” Gwen snipped before taking her own sip. Her eyes widened. “It’s good!”
- “Meh,” Ulfric grunted.
- “It’s… sweet,” was Karjn’s opinion. She eyed it thoughtfully, then shrugged and took another drink. “I mean, it’s not mead, but…”
- Ulfric grunted again, pointedly.
- Then he drank.
- Good enough, I figured.
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