[ Carver just stares at him. Wondering what would happen if he cut a god's head off.
He pops the tab on the beer, though. He hasn't had beer in years. He never really liked the taste. But it's rude to refuse a drink that's offered, especially when alcohol is so precious. So, he drinks. Doesn't say a word, doesn't complain at the taste. ]
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He pops the tab on the beer, though. He hasn't had beer in years. He never really liked the taste. But it's rude to refuse a drink that's offered, especially when alcohol is so precious. So, he drinks. Doesn't say a word, doesn't complain at the taste. ]