[Ayla nods, not quite following all the words, but she's getting the jist of it. At least alcohol is nothing new to her, and though her people's brewing methods are of course as primitive as can be, booze is still an ancient pillar of civilization.
The cavegirl grips the glass in a clumsy and yet excessively delicate sort of way. She doesn't want to cut herself again after last time. It made running on all fours not fun. And the way she holds the glass over her head and pours it into her mouth like a waterfall is certainly not the dignified manner probably expected here.
There's a beat as she considers the champagne, feeling its taste and the bubbles in her mouth before swallowing, but its quickly followed by her grimacing and rubbing her free hand on her tongue.]
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The cavegirl grips the glass in a clumsy and yet excessively delicate sort of way. She doesn't want to cut herself again after last time. It made running on all fours not fun. And the way she holds the glass over her head and pours it into her mouth like a waterfall is certainly not the dignified manner probably expected here.
There's a beat as she considers the champagne, feeling its taste and the bubbles in her mouth before swallowing, but its quickly followed by her grimacing and rubbing her free hand on her tongue.]
Ahhhtthh! Feelth funny!