[ He feels that clink in his fingers and lifts the bottle to his mouth, but holds for a thin moment - his first instinct is to take a perfectly civilized pull from the bottle, but he knows from his flashing periphery how wrong this is already.
The drink Arthur takes is certainly more reserved than those he sees others taking - perhaps for Godfrey's own sensibilities, he can't say. Regardless of what has inspired this more sensible swig, Godfrey appreciates it; he's not sure he would be able to drink half so deeply and with nearly so much fortitude as the other patrons.
Fortified, Godfrey tilts the bottle against his lips. The cold fizz needling his tongue and tender throat startles him, though mildly. There's a bitter freshness, an edge that is hard but not overbearing. And also...
Godfrey lowers the butt of the bottle against the table and, contemplating, licks the roof of his mouth. ]
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The drink Arthur takes is certainly more reserved than those he sees others taking - perhaps for Godfrey's own sensibilities, he can't say. Regardless of what has inspired this more sensible swig, Godfrey appreciates it; he's not sure he would be able to drink half so deeply and with nearly so much fortitude as the other patrons.
Fortified, Godfrey tilts the bottle against his lips. The cold fizz needling his tongue and tender throat startles him, though mildly. There's a bitter freshness, an edge that is hard but not overbearing. And also...
Godfrey lowers the butt of the bottle against the table and, contemplating, licks the roof of his mouth. ]
It tastes like... bread.
[ Somewhat. ]