*as casual as anything* Yeah, we might as well go straight for the, you know, good stuff. *mixes two drinks, on the very strong side* Hope diet Coke's okay for you?
*hands you a glass and takes a huge mouthful of hers and, oh dear Eru, her throat is burning* *coughs dramatically* Eru, that hits the spot.
*sits down on an armchair, carefully paying no attention to the fact that Celeborn moved straight to sit next to you (and figures it would be petty to tell him that was her seat...)*