"Thank you," Klaus said as he caught the towel, but he remained on the floor, on his back, and only wiped at his face vaguely before dropping his arm again. Still catching his breath, when he should not have lost it in the first place.
"I was hardly complaining about the lack of alcohol," he then assured Nuada, "but about the lack of quality alcohol. The machines have given me several different variants on alcohol now, none of which meeting my standards." He paused, raised his eyebrows. "Some of them were quite... surprising." He did not think they were from Earth, truly, and it was not that surprising, in a place like this one.
He straightened up slightly, leaning on his elbow, his other arm draped loosely across his stomach. "But thank you for the input. I do remember making our own wine, but I wouldn't trust myself to manage anything satisfying. I have better luck trying the machines; eventually they'll yield something acceptable."
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"I was hardly complaining about the lack of alcohol," he then assured Nuada, "but about the lack of quality alcohol. The machines have given me several different variants on alcohol now, none of which meeting my standards." He paused, raised his eyebrows. "Some of them were quite... surprising." He did not think they were from Earth, truly, and it was not that surprising, in a place like this one.
He straightened up slightly, leaning on his elbow, his other arm draped loosely across his stomach. "But thank you for the input. I do remember making our own wine, but I wouldn't trust myself to manage anything satisfying. I have better luck trying the machines; eventually they'll yield something acceptable."