[ He still hasn't entirely wrapped his head around the arm in his. He's surprised by Tighnari's enthusiasm and...something else.
Charmed?
He does glance to Tighnari's ears as they grow close. Fran's ears were sensitive. He imagines Tighnari's are too, but it's not his place to decide for someone he hardly knows. But he doesn't falter, so Basch follows him to the bar. He startles again when Tighnari squeezes his hand, but he doesn't pull away.
Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised, but without the clear confines of the game, he feels adrift. ]
I...have no palette to speak of. [ Maybe he had once but his stomach is still adjusting to food outside the prison. ] I'll try what you like.
[ He always flirts better when he doesn't realize he is doing it. ]
[ It's almost surreal to be in a public gathering place like this with no worry that someone will recognize him or his companion, no danger of one of his team being kidnapped (though he supposes they've all been kidnapped). Balthier had dragged him into a tavern or cafe when the opportunity had arisen, but both had been vigilant. He doesn't even know when the last time he was in a restaurant with no work obligations was.
Which means he almost doesn't know what to do. ]
Wine, then.
[ He doesn't think whatever cheap but filling house beer is even available here. The second question is more difficult. Does he? It's been such a long time since food and drink itself wasn't a pleasant luxury. The opulence of sugar often makes him uncomfortable, and lately anything rich hurts his stomach. But he isn't going to particularly enjoy it either way. Why share his preference? Except he doesn't like to lie. ]
I did once, but my stomach is not used to them again yet. I think for wines it makes little difference though; I am happy with both.
he has option paralysis.. thankfully tighnari is very decisive!!
[ tighnari looks thoughtful, gazing over the wines - he certainly doesn't want basch to get an upset stomach because tighnari gave him something too sweet, so the osmanthus is off the list. he taps the menu. ]
Perhaps the chilled nut, then. It seems more mild, and mint is good on the stomach.
[ glancing up toward basch again, he smiles, then leans onto the bar to ask the bartender for two glasses of chilled nut, as well as some water. they should probably hydrate! ]
[ Basch squirms inside. He'd rather not be held to their order, something he does not know enough about to execute well, and so he's glad Tighnari makes a decision. He's interested, as well, in something that's safer territory. ]
You know something of herbs' effects on the stomach?
[ The bartender returns with all four glasses. What a luxury, still, the be hydrated at all times. It has done wonders on his skin an hair, and he glancingly has the odd thought that he's glad he didn't arrive in this place entirely fresh out of prison. ]
To kindness in such a harsh place [ he murmurs, lifting his glass. ]
[ tighnari lifts his glass, clinking it gently to basch's before he takes a long sip. it's good, refreshing as expected, and tighnari hums his pleasure, and nods. ]
I do. I'm a botanist and a medic, so I'm well acquainted on the effects of plants and fungi on the body.
[ To him the beverage is simply non-offensive, some twinge of guilt panging that he's here sipping alcohol when so many in Dalmasca are under occupation due to his actions, but there is little to be done for it right now.
Tighnari, at least, seems satisfied and that is something. ]
I tend to get along with medics [ He says with a small smile. ] I have been a solider for a long time.
[ he's reminded briefly of cyno, and all that he goes through, all the times that tighnari has needed to patch him up again and again. has it been the same for basch, he wonders..? ]
Well, with any hope you won't need my services here..
Sorry for the delay! I was waiting to hear back on Basch -- he is in!
Understandable. Medics are a necessity on the battlefield. I've never worked under conditions like that, but my best friend is a soldier, and I've had to patch him up more times than I could count.
[ smiling, he leans one elbow onto the bar. ]
I hope you'll do your best not to worry me quite as much.
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Charmed?
He does glance to Tighnari's ears as they grow close. Fran's ears were sensitive. He imagines Tighnari's are too, but it's not his place to decide for someone he hardly knows. But he doesn't falter, so Basch follows him to the bar. He startles again when Tighnari squeezes his hand, but he doesn't pull away.
Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised, but without the clear confines of the game, he feels adrift. ]
I...have no palette to speak of. [ Maybe he had once but his stomach is still adjusting to food outside the prison. ] I'll try what you like.
[ He always flirts better when he doesn't realize he is doing it. ]
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[ crossing his legs, tighnari withdraws his hand to flip through the beverage menu, his brown-green eyes scanning the many wines and brews. ]
Wine or beer.. I tend to lean more toward wine, myself, most of the time.
[ beer has its place, but perhaps not at a place and time like this. ]
And usually I like a bold red.. but this sweet osmanthus sounds tempting as well. Do you enjoy sweet things?
lmao getting this man to make a decision when it doesn't matter
Which means he almost doesn't know what to do. ]
Wine, then.
[ He doesn't think whatever cheap but filling house beer is even available here. The second question is more difficult. Does he? It's been such a long time since food and drink itself wasn't a pleasant luxury. The opulence of sugar often makes him uncomfortable, and lately anything rich hurts his stomach. But he isn't going to particularly enjoy it either way. Why share his preference? Except he doesn't like to lie. ]
I did once, but my stomach is not used to them again yet. I think for wines it makes little difference though; I am happy with both.
he has option paralysis.. thankfully tighnari is very decisive!!
[ tighnari looks thoughtful, gazing over the wines - he certainly doesn't want basch to get an upset stomach because tighnari gave him something too sweet, so the osmanthus is off the list. he taps the menu. ]
Perhaps the chilled nut, then. It seems more mild, and mint is good on the stomach.
[ glancing up toward basch again, he smiles, then leans onto the bar to ask the bartender for two glasses of chilled nut, as well as some water. they should probably hydrate! ]
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You know something of herbs' effects on the stomach?
[ The bartender returns with all four glasses. What a luxury, still, the be hydrated at all times. It has done wonders on his skin an hair, and he glancingly has the odd thought that he's glad he didn't arrive in this place entirely fresh out of prison. ]
To kindness in such a harsh place [ he murmurs, lifting his glass. ]
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[ tighnari lifts his glass, clinking it gently to basch's before he takes a long sip. it's good, refreshing as expected, and tighnari hums his pleasure, and nods. ]
I do. I'm a botanist and a medic, so I'm well acquainted on the effects of plants and fungi on the body.
slow for travel for a few more days
Tighnari, at least, seems satisfied and that is something. ]
I tend to get along with medics [ He says with a small smile. ] I have been a solider for a long time.
no worries!
[ he's reminded briefly of cyno, and all that he goes through, all the times that tighnari has needed to patch him up again and again. has it been the same for basch, he wonders..? ]
Well, with any hope you won't need my services here..
Sorry for the delay! I was waiting to hear back on Basch -- he is in!
[ he sips too. The beverage makes no real difference to him, just drinking to be polite. ]
I know a little, but I preferred to have someone more seasoned with my troops when I could.
no problem, congratulations!! :D
[ smiling, he leans one elbow onto the bar. ]
I hope you'll do your best not to worry me quite as much.