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[1handedwelshman]

Bedivere, at long last returned from his emo brooding soul searching and ever willing to profit off the misfortune of others, is now casually not-quite-napping next to two large and slightly dusty crates full of bottles. There is a sign leaning against the crates that reads simply:

Will Trade Booze for Sex KissesApparently his cellar is more well

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[tinylittleonion]

Blush.

[1handedwelshman]

Hullo there.

[tinylittleonion]

It's probably ruder than it isn't, to just stand there and blush at him -- but Alyosha is very good at blushing. Exceedingly shyly, "Pardon ..."

[1handedwelshman]

"No need. I don't expect everyone to jump on the offer right away." He smiles as reassuringly as he can. "I don't recall that we've met. Sir Bedivere Bedrydant, at your service."

[tinylittleonion]

"It's only that I was curious, and I thought it might be nice, to have mead at dinner ... but you're right, we haven't met; I should introduce myself. Alexei Fyodorovitch Karamazov," smiling in turn, in that way of his like a candle being lit, "at yours."