( With a quiet laugh, Marisol holds her hand out towards the glass. A blue light glows in her palm, and the sides of the glass grow taller as ice climbs the sides of it and reach above. A simple little thing, but enough to let him sip down the wine without being in too much peril.
Unless he leaves it to melt, in which case he's on his own. )
I would also call it "funny," but because it's you, I will concede your point and offer my sincerest apologies.
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Unless he leaves it to melt, in which case he's on his own. )
I would also call it "funny," but because it's you, I will concede your point and offer my sincerest apologies.