Alec looks deeply harassed by Licyn's much better salesmanship, because it's definitely a lot and he's absolutely certain that Licyn knows it, but it's not like he can complain considering what a terrible job he'd been doing.
And anyway, it's times like these that Alec desperately wishes he'd paid better attention when Magnus talked about vintage and tasting notes and whatever else while trying to spoil him rotten with bogglingly expensive wines that he lacked the palette to properly appreciate. Not that it would really help him right now, considering he has to hang onto the goblet for dear life as soon as it's returned to him. "Yeah, it's—" The Ancestor looks... interested? As much as something without the face to make expressions can, anyway. The tilt of its skull and the way it seems to follow the cup as it passes between them makes Alec think that this might actually be working. Somehow. A bit more confidently than before: "Uh, mahogany." It's the most expensive wood he can think of, considering that he is someone who budgets for furniture expenditures more than he ever does for fancy alcohol.
He tries to mimic Licyn's move with the cup, swirling it and bringing it close to his face like it's not just dubious fountain water in a building with a particularly nasty flood on the first floor, and he imagines he looks intensely stupid while doing so. Feeling stupid has got to be better than feeling like a smear on the floor after getting flattened by a giant bone fist, though, so he endures.
"Berries. And, you know, grapes." He's helping. "We'd be happy to share it with you," he hedges hopefully, after contributing approximately nothing, "we just need you to pull that lever."
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And anyway, it's times like these that Alec desperately wishes he'd paid better attention when Magnus talked about vintage and tasting notes and whatever else while trying to spoil him rotten with bogglingly expensive wines that he lacked the palette to properly appreciate. Not that it would really help him right now, considering he has to hang onto the goblet for dear life as soon as it's returned to him. "Yeah, it's—" The Ancestor looks... interested? As much as something without the face to make expressions can, anyway. The tilt of its skull and the way it seems to follow the cup as it passes between them makes Alec think that this might actually be working. Somehow. A bit more confidently than before: "Uh, mahogany." It's the most expensive wood he can think of, considering that he is someone who budgets for furniture expenditures more than he ever does for fancy alcohol.
He tries to mimic Licyn's move with the cup, swirling it and bringing it close to his face like it's not just dubious fountain water in a building with a particularly nasty flood on the first floor, and he imagines he looks intensely stupid while doing so. Feeling stupid has got to be better than feeling like a smear on the floor after getting flattened by a giant bone fist, though, so he endures.
"Berries. And, you know, grapes." He's helping. "We'd be happy to share it with you," he hedges hopefully, after contributing approximately nothing, "we just need you to pull that lever."