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Eris is by James!
The dark-furred hybrid considered the question with a grin even as she watched Magnolia open the bottle. Her manner was crude, but Eris was not about to interrupt -- uncorking such a bottle required some kind of finesse and she would make herself look a fool to intercede only to struggle in her own way. Life, Salsola, your service, mine, the dark woman said, rolling both shoulders in a shrug. She crouched down close to contemplate a pair of dusty bottles, drawing them out of hiding. She had barely set her hand upon one when it seemed to disintegrate in her hand, the glass shattering with the slight motion. The hybrid drew back sharply, the other bottle in hand. It, thankfully, remained intact, but she wrinkled her nose at the scent of vinegared wine from the ruin of the other bottle.
The woman settled down on her haunches and inspected the bottle she held, dusting off the label with careless fingers. She could not read whatever language it was written in. Setting it down, she peered about the shack. Signs of wear and tear were everywhere, and the structure seemed to slump. Nonetheless, it was a secluded hiding space, providing quite enough privacy. The dark woman looked to Magnolia then, appraising her with an amused gaze. You've found quite a private place here... have you shared it with anyone else, I wonder? the Auxiliary inquired, grinning broadly. They'd already spoken of Denver -- it was not so far a stretch for Eris to infer this.
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