"Ah -- right, sorry, I didn't mean to offend. It's just -- you're the High King of Fillory, I'm the god of Wine, you see where my shock came from, right?" He does start working on making some bottles for him though, like he promised, vines twisting in the air between his hands, before fading away to leave behind a happy little bottle of champagne. "You should tell me about Fillory though, I would love to visit, if, y'know, I wasn't trapped here for the rest of all eternity."
He would love to visit anywhere, to be honest, but that's beside the point.
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Date: 2025-01-15 12:40 am (UTC)He would love to visit anywhere, to be honest, but that's beside the point.