"It can't be that bad." It's kind of weird to drink something that her finger has been in (thanks, Jasnah), but admittedly, his mouth has been many more questionable places than this, so. He takes a sip.
And turns a strange, pale color. Oh, no, this isn't right at all. It's disgusting. He doesn't want to swallow, but obviously he absolutely cannot do that in front of Jasnah. With great effort, he swallows, looking a little ill.
"...What did you think I meant by earthy, exactly?"
She raises a hand to stop him — honestly, she hadn't intended to inflict it on him until at least the third or fourth iteration! — but there he goes. Taking her cup and drinking from it. Bold, really.
She's well aware that can be exactly that bad — and takes almost a perverse delight in seeing his boldness punished by what she knows is an awful mouthful. Jasnah nearly tells him he doesn't need to spare her feelings, but gets caught up in the question in that follows.
"Earth is soil, yes?" (Thanks, Hoid.) "And most of the soil in Alethkar, if you can call it that, is quite chalky. Bitter."
She holds out her hand — c'mon, give the cup of the experimental stuff back.
Yeah, she can have it back. He still tastes soil on his tongue. With a grimace, he corrects, "Earthy. Like— the way mushrooms taste. Savory. Like wood and pine." Not dirt.
Be a little horrified when she — yep — takes another experimental sip. Familiarizing herself with her failure. Then, instead of trying again on the same cup, she pours the contents into one of the other present pitchers. Empty, purpose-provided for getting rid of bad not-wine. She'd prepared for hardship, it seems.
Jasnah pours a second, control cup of auburn for the next round of experimentation.
"Hm," she tilts the cup, swirling what she's got, and closes her eyes. For focus. "Talk me through it again — from the beginning. Dry, you said. Astringent."
An expectant pause as she listens for her parameters once again.
He gets the sense that he needs to be far more specific. He's been talking about wine using terms that everyone in Lumière would understand, but they're clearly foreign to her. Holding up a hand, as if to stop her from doing any sudden soulcasting:
"It's still sweet. Bittersweet, maybe. Like a particularly tart fruit." Like a blackcurrant, if only he could compare it to that! "It's an intense flavor. Warm and a little smoky. Sort of like if you soaked wood shavings in fruit juice."
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And turns a strange, pale color. Oh, no, this isn't right at all. It's disgusting. He doesn't want to swallow, but obviously he absolutely cannot do that in front of Jasnah. With great effort, he swallows, looking a little ill.
"...What did you think I meant by earthy, exactly?"
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She's well aware that can be exactly that bad — and takes almost a perverse delight in seeing his boldness punished by what she knows is an awful mouthful. Jasnah nearly tells him he doesn't need to spare her feelings, but gets caught up in the question in that follows.
"Earth is soil, yes?" (Thanks, Hoid.) "And most of the soil in Alethkar, if you can call it that, is quite chalky. Bitter."
She holds out her hand — c'mon, give the cup of the experimental stuff back.
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Jasnah pours a second, control cup of auburn for the next round of experimentation.
"Hm," she tilts the cup, swirling what she's got, and closes her eyes. For focus. "Talk me through it again — from the beginning. Dry, you said. Astringent."
An expectant pause as she listens for her parameters once again.
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He gets the sense that he needs to be far more specific. He's been talking about wine using terms that everyone in Lumière would understand, but they're clearly foreign to her. Holding up a hand, as if to stop her from doing any sudden soulcasting:
"It's still sweet. Bittersweet, maybe. Like a particularly tart fruit." Like a blackcurrant, if only he could compare it to that! "It's an intense flavor. Warm and a little smoky. Sort of like if you soaked wood shavings in fruit juice."
... "But not literally like that."