#clive with his hide the pain harold smile

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"Got our first batch of wine from the new wine press I made." He holds up a goblet in offering. "Barely fermented at all, but it's passable in my opinion. Want to give it a taste? And before you say it- yes, the cup is clean." @levinstrike ft clive

" Ah, I uh━, " Clive's gaze is drawn downwards to the wine cup pushed into his hands ere he could offer any thought of protest. He's hesitant, in truth, not even because of the idea of having to drink from Cid's unwashed goblet ( though he'll admit that too adds to the trepidation ), but due to the fact that the only grapes he is aware they have in their stores are the ones grown by their own botanists and, much like the inception of Martelle's apples, they are yet far too sour for any human being to safely consume without completely locking up one's jaw.

Unless, of course, your name is Cid for whom the definition of passable seems to be on another level entirely.

Nevertheless, Clive supposes he can bear to take a sip to indulge the man in his newest hobby. Years into their friendship and he still has a remarkably hard time telling Cid no to anything he asks or offers, dodgy short-cuts and half-assed plans and all. Never mind that the acid, alcoholic scent of the drink is already sticking to the back of his throat ere he's even brought it to his lips. " Thank you, Cid. I'm sure it'll be...., " He tries for a smile, stilted as it may be, " Delightful. "

Where's Gav to interrupt the moment when Clive needs him to?