Into the water this goes, and he steps back once the last of it drips from his bucket.

Anduin is saying what he himself has witnessed, and he smiles. With his beard and mustache, such as they are, he and Moran are less the twinned match than usual, but also: enough for it to not matter. He can make of it what he will.

"Now I mostly excel at making wine and tea. It's chill enough... maybe some warm tincture? A new tea? Or a spiced tea. What's that stuff I've head... warm, no-alcohol cider, since not all the young ones can handle it otherwise. What else is good to drink?"