[There's the split-second hesitation and rearrangement of someone who wasn't expecting a toast, who perhaps isn't rich in drinking buddies. Rahu shifts around so she can clink her extremely tropical-looking beachy drink against his.] Right. Cheers.
... You know, alcohol will help a little with the heat, but it won't make it go away. [After a moment of gazing into her glass, she takes a drink and shrugs it off.] Though if you're hoping to be so numb that you don't mind, that's one way to do it.
[She's not usually one to advocate for drinking enough to dull the senses, but given what Rahu sees as a vaguely nonchalant response from him, the observation seems fitting, the sass of it downplayed by her straightforward and humorless tone.] It looks like you're already on your way. [Lifting a finger from the cold bevel of her glass, she points to the rosy blush spread across Sylvain's cheeks.]
what're you feeling? spicy...goofy...goofyspicy? a completely different adjective?
... You know, alcohol will help a little with the heat, but it won't make it go away. [After a moment of gazing into her glass, she takes a drink and shrugs it off.] Though if you're hoping to be so numb that you don't mind, that's one way to do it.
[She's not usually one to advocate for drinking enough to dull the senses, but given what Rahu sees as a vaguely nonchalant response from him, the observation seems fitting, the sass of it downplayed by her straightforward and humorless tone.] It looks like you're already on your way. [Lifting a finger from the cold bevel of her glass, she points to the rosy blush spread across Sylvain's cheeks.]