Absinthe? She had no idea what that was, nor had any clue about what this strange man was drinking, but she was about to find out.
When he had poured some of the liquid delicately into the cap of the bottle and set it on the top of the bench, Tink fluttered over to the cap, settling down next to it. Curiously, she dipped one of her fingers into the liquid, and put her finger into her mouth, finding the taste to be both sweet and bitter. She wrinkled her nose, but not in distaste, it was simply just different. Once the initial taste wore away, Tink used her hand and scooped the liquid out of the cap, drinking it from her palm. She could've lifted the cap easily, but it was so wide she risked spilling it if she tried to drink out of it. She was quite content using her hands.
She listened to him go on about immortality of women, and nodded as she looked up at him, trying to be a good pixie and listen. She didn't understand everything he was saying, but she was sure that whatever he was talking about he had reason behind it.