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[makesfolktalky]

All them inventions yesterday an' not one person thought t'make up a proper pint... Can't bloody believe that.

[Ray huffs, pausing to think about that. Or possibly just for a drag off his cigarette. The latter, of course, is far more likely.]

Mind you, might be jus' as well no one did. Prob'ly would've jus' wound up makin' it even smaller, or

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[cant_just_hang]

An IV would be easier would it?

[makesfolktalky]

No. A pint. The 'ell do I want of those for?

[cant_just_hang]

In order to put the alcohol directly into your veins and feel it more quickly. It was a joke. It's good to know that I haven't lost my touch in delivering them. [That part would be sarcasm as well but sometimes it's hard to tell with Rebecca]

[makesfolktalky]

'Ard to tell, comin' from you. Wouldn't put it past you t'think skippin' out on tastin' it's a good idea, mind. [Not that he's actually basing that on... well, anything. Except Ray being a prat.]

[cant_just_hang]

Does it really matter how it tastes in the end? [This is a srs bsns question here Ray]

[makesfolktalky]

[He actually does pause a moment to think about that.]

...Dunno. S'pose it don't, really. Jus' not as fun if you miss out on that part.

[cant_just_hang]

Alright, well then that makes sense.

Is a pint just a metric measurement of beer?

[makesfolktalky]

I dunno what it is, do I? Imperial, prob'ly.

[cant_just_hang]

Alright. I'll have to see if I can find out what it is.