Ninth Resurrection

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[There's some sort of bubbling sound coming from Lynn's room... and the door just so happens to be unlocked, letting anyone who takes a peek to see entire white-boards filled with equations and technobabble acronyms and terms.  Not to mention that smell... a smell that was almost like-]

It worked!  This is great... I was afraid I'd forgotten the process!

[-And the bathroom door opens, with Lynn standing there with a mug of something alcoholic in hand and a water cooler jug filled with what was most likely more of the stuff.  And when she's spotted she just freezes for a moment before letting out a sigh.]

... I left the door open, didn't I?

[Well, no matter.  Not like it was illegal to make your own beer or anything.]

Could you move though?  I whipped this up because I wanted to unwind... it's just now there isn't a decent place to sit in here.

[Uh... Lynn... you feeling alright?]

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[armored_fruit]

"It is queer, no, how so many fond memories of our youth are bound up with the handling of liquor and spirits?" Isaac muses.

"Why, I remember being but a child when I helped my uncle ferment some barrels of cider, and being warned that this was not apple juice for kids–"

He blinks. "But enough of memories! May I, dear madam, have the privilege of partaking of but a small sip of your elixir?"

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Isaac, you're embarrassing me...

[But nevertheless she offers Isaac a glass.]

Here. And just... if it's any good, don't describe it to Cora, please.