[She has not finished the bottle, miraculously, and therefore is capable - this time - of wandering over in a hurried fashion to open the flimsy door. A brilliant grin splits her face, and she is buzzing, buzzing, buzzing - but in a controlled, tipsy-not-utterly-pissed, happy kind of way.]
My favourite grandmaster of cultivation. Welcome to what is soon to no longer be our safehouse.
VERILY THE TIME IS LATER AND NOT NOW
My favourite grandmaster of cultivation. Welcome to what is soon to no longer be our safehouse.