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what is flin? also: you wanna come get fucked up with?

It's an imported Imperial wine. I don't think it's available in this world.

[Archie didn't say the alcohol had to be available.]

I could use a drink, sure.

[iT WAS IMPLIED]

aw what about stuff here? im in heropa btw

[Yes it was, but sometimes Finn feels like being a dick.]

Local stuff, I'd say peppermint schnapps with mint or berry tea.

awesome i have all of that or well my room mate does he wont mind me borrowing it doors open ill get a brew on

See you there.

[Finn shows up at Archie's place soon enough, knocking on the door to announce his presence before entering, following the smell of the tea.]

Hope you don't mind, I brought biscuits.

[Finn holds up a box of store-bought cookies.]

[as promised, the door is open. two wolfhound looking dogs pad up to finn, sniffing him curiously, tails wagging. if he seems uncomfortable or not interested, they're well trained enough to leave him alone, fortunately.

archie is in the kitchen -- an open room that's connected to the living room. he waves.]

Yo!

[Finn pets the dogs, scratching them behind the ears. They look similar to the dogs you see in Skyrim.

He comes into the kitchen, setting the biscuits on the table for now.]

So how have you been?

Thanks for the food!

[he wants to say i'm drinking with a near stranger, but doesn't.]

Alright. You? I know we only talked once-- I hope this isn't too... uh. Sudden?

Nah. You're also friends with Maxwell, and he and I are friends, so as far as I'm concerned, you're alright.

[Getting possessed and causing that stuff with the plants aside.]

Oh!

[he chirps, quite happy at that. it takes a few minutes, but he comes over with a teapot in one hand and a bottle of schapps in the other. there's some cups already on the table.]

I didn't know you knew Maxwell... how'd you meet?

We met over the network.

[Finn claims one of the cups, running his finger over the rim idly.]

He invited me over to tea, and we talked about dragons and shared sketch book drawings.

That's cool. Ya both got dragons back home?

[he just... pours a bunch of the schnapps in his cup, before adding a tiny splash of tea.]

Sure seems that way. Except his world's dragons aren't as intelligent as the ones from my world.

[Finn does the opposite, pouring a generous amount of tea into his cup and then pouring just a dash of schnapps.]

Huh. Didn't think they'd have much variety... then again there's dragon types in my world too.

[he rubs his beard, before downing the cup and starting to pour another.]

What's your world like?

It's primitive compared to this, but we get by with magic.

[Finn sips his drink, gasping a little as the alcohol burns down his throat.]

There's ancient ruins everywhere, belonging to different civilizations, all manner of monsters, and of course, non-human races.

Primitive in what way?

[he puts the cup back, rubbing his beard.]

That's pretty cool. How come they're so common? I thought ancient ruins were super rare.

For starters, we still use horse-drawn carriages, there's no TV or radio, blacksmithing and jewelry smithing is a common profession, and I thought the device was a magic mirror at first.

[Finn pours himself a little more of the tea, diluting the alcohol even more.]

The civilizations that made those ruins were vast. Very vast.

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Not entirely inaccurate.

[he takes another gulp.]

Y'know, I have to wonder if societies with magic are more advanced than ones with technology. It's basically the same, right?

Interesting thought.

[Another sip for himself as well.]

I mean, we have magic and potions in place of medicine, and magic can be used to help building construction. Give us a few years, and we could very well invent the magical equivalent of the telephone or moving picture.

Yeah. I guess it's all relevant, huh?

--Do potions work?

Sure they do. There's potions to cure disease, heal minor wounds, breathe underwater, restore stamina and magicka, and so forth.

Breathe under--

[okay. okay. okay. he's staring at finn.]

...I think you're probably more advanced.

Well, it only works for a short while, depending on the strength of the potion. There's also a spell that lets people do that, but so far I haven't found a spell book to learn it.

Argonians don't need a spell or potion to breathe underwater.

That's still on the same level as scuba gear!

[he laughs, actually putting the cup and alcohol down for a moment.]

Lemme guess-- they're aquatic?

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