"Perhaps this will convince you!" It's Bossuet's best lawyer-in-court voice, spoiled by laughter at the end. But he's waving around a flask, which he then uncorks and pours from--a flow that doesn't ever diminish. "There, see, it's magic. Never empties. Full of anything you like. Brandy, champagne, absinthe...coffee...what do they drink in Poland, vodka? Have some Polish vodka, Feuilly! As much as you like!"
Oddly enough, Feuilly doesn't take the flask. But he's shaking his head with the kind of doubt that's nearly all the way to belief.
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Date: 2016-03-23 12:17 am (UTC)Oddly enough, Feuilly doesn't take the flask. But he's shaking his head with the kind of doubt that's nearly all the way to belief.