[ Alecto takes the mug, disappointed that it is not any hotter. It would be nice, she thinks, if it burned the ugly flesh off her ugly hands. Still, one can't always get what one wants.
She tries a sip of the drink. It is disgusting, and she allows it to dribble out her mouth rather than suffer through swallowing it. She tries a bite of the mug instead, and that is much better. ]
This is terrible. [ she says, now looking back to John. ] And he is a fool.
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She tries a sip of the drink. It is disgusting, and she allows it to dribble out her mouth rather than suffer through swallowing it. She tries a bite of the mug instead, and that is much better. ]
This is terrible. [ she says, now looking back to John. ] And he is a fool.