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Kaelas once again appears at the doorway. Apparently the Lady's room is now a semi-permanent portal here. He'll have to ask Ladvarian to talk to Saetan about that later. Maybe Daemon has something to do with it. But since he's here, he might as well watch the Humans. He jumps back up to the Rafters.

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Indeed I prefer it, and it would be well for you if you would call me Yrael. Though, if you were to call me by my given name, you would have to call me something different each time we meet. I have had many names given to me.

But yes, call me by my name. I am not one of the patrons here who are human.

*Yrael's green eyes catch Kaelas' glance at the drink.*

Would you like something to drink?

Kaelas looks at him. *I have often wondered how it is that Humans do not prefer to drink water. I have never myself tried one of their drinks. Perhaps now would be a good time to try one.*

From that I take it you have not ordered a drink here yet. First drink is free, house tradition. After that you have a tab to pay.

Bar, a White Russian, if you will. In a saucer.

*The drink appears.*

Kaelas sniffs the drink, then laps a little up. His throat tingles a little.

*Interesting. Water that tastes like fire.*

*Yrael gives the cat a Look.*

Not every liquid that is drinkable is water. I hope you know that, at least.

(ooc: White Russians don't burn. The milk cuts it.)

Kaelas looks up.

*Yes, I understand that. But I do not know what this type of drink is called. So I call it by something I can understand.*

[OOC]Huh. Didn't know that. I'll have to reccommend it to my housemates.[/OOC]

*Yrael looks down at the cat, raising an eyebrow.*

You will want to be more observant in the future. I named the drink when I ordered it for you.

Kaelas nods.

*So that was what that was. White Russian. Are there other flavors of White Russians?*

[OOC]Slowtime? I'm exhausted.[/OOC]

*Yrael sighs at the unlearned cat.*

There are many other drinks. The White Russian is merely one of them.

(ooc: *grins* Obviously. *presses slowtime button*)

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