[ Claire glances over. Easy to clock her as no older than 20, slight but carrying herself like she expects she could take down men three times her size. Her face is bruised up, lip busted. She worries at the with her tongue for a moment, but thinks about his question. ]
Coffee was invented super early, right? So maybe Wannabe Ren Fair Land has it, too.
[ If so, she hasn't spotted it yet, and gives a slightly apologetic shrug. Glowers in the direction of some of the guards, though and mutters: ]
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Coffee was invented super early, right? So maybe Wannabe Ren Fair Land has it, too.
[ If so, she hasn't spotted it yet, and gives a slightly apologetic shrug. Glowers in the direction of some of the guards, though and mutters: ]
I'd throw it in their faces.