"Both fortunate and extraordinary," he breaths in vague awe. Sander's never had a constant in his life, other than the fact that it was spiraling into discord...Was...until he came here. Funny how that works. The artist accepts the bottle, taking it in hand and passing it over to a different surface. He'll chug it down later; when the presence of an audience steps out his door.
"AAahhh~, so I'll see the nest the Blue Bird weaves. I'll look forward to that."