[As Handsome Jack learns the joys of having Pokemon, Rosalind regards her own. The Umbreon stares right back up at her, red eyes intent. A few basic commands yield fairly interesting results-- but she saves the more interesting ones for later. There's more intelligence in those eyes than your average cat or dog, and she intends to see how far it goes.
As he returns, purple bottle and shamed cat in tow, Rosalind gives him a rather dour look.]
But is it alcoholic, that's the true question.
[She takes a glass, carefully inspects it, and-- find it clean enough-- offers it.]
no subject
As he returns, purple bottle and shamed cat in tow, Rosalind gives him a rather dour look.]
But is it alcoholic, that's the true question.
[She takes a glass, carefully inspects it, and-- find it clean enough-- offers it.]
Let's find out.