[In the year he's been in Reverein, he has had alcohol once outside of the usual work-related tasting. Venti had brought wine for a toast not long after Thoma left. Even then, he didn't end up having much.
(Not that it takes much for him to get drunk. But that's beside the point.)]
I prefer to keep my wits about me.
[He sips his juice, unfazed by the familiar stare rendered strange by a year's absence.]
You still refuse to believe what everyone here is telling you, I take it?
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(Not that it takes much for him to get drunk. But that's beside the point.)]
I prefer to keep my wits about me.
[He sips his juice, unfazed by the familiar stare rendered strange by a year's absence.]
You still refuse to believe what everyone here is telling you, I take it?