[Vermouth steps into the house after her, pausing to shut the door behind them. The lock clicks as she turns it -- best not risk any nosy eavesdroppers sneaking in.]
[With that, she places the candy bowl on a side table and walks into the kitchen. It's a small room but classy. The counter is clean outside of a single bourbon glass, a slightly change from her usual iced tea.]
Would you like something to drink? I have cider in the fridge.
[She offers with a charming smile, definitely not stalling. Okay, no, that's a lie. Vermouth is certainly putting off the inevitable, falling back on more comfortable habits from their false lives.]
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[With that, she places the candy bowl on a side table and walks into the kitchen. It's a small room but classy. The counter is clean outside of a single bourbon glass, a slightly change from her usual iced tea.]
Would you like something to drink? I have cider in the fridge.
[She offers with a charming smile, definitely not stalling. Okay, no, that's a lie. Vermouth is certainly putting off the inevitable, falling back on more comfortable habits from their false lives.]