[And there's a glint of mischief in his eyes that compacts that hint.
He takes the bottle back with a huff of laughter, and takes a large swig from it. He barely even flinches at the burning taste of the cinnamon; it's his favorite drink, after all.]
It's mixed with cinnamon - you don't have spices back home, yeah? [He may not know much about history, but he's pretty sure spices weren't a thing until 1400 or something.] It's uhhh... what is it. A kind of tree bark that burns your tongue. People put it in desserts these days.
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[And there's a glint of mischief in his eyes that compacts that hint.
He takes the bottle back with a huff of laughter, and takes a large swig from it. He barely even flinches at the burning taste of the cinnamon; it's his favorite drink, after all.]
It's mixed with cinnamon - you don't have spices back home, yeah? [He may not know much about history, but he's pretty sure spices weren't a thing until 1400 or something.] It's uhhh... what is it. A kind of tree bark that burns your tongue. People put it in desserts these days.