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[@Plank Sinatra]

"Wine or whiskey, mostly." Ben answered, casting a grin her way that expressed equal parts amusement and exasperation. Her knowledge of Vale really [i]was[/i] limited to whatever stereotypes she cooked up in her head. Not that he had room to talk. Lauren at least had [i]been[/i] to some of the other Kingdoms, he'd never left Vale. Everything he knew of the other Kingdoms was just academic. Plus Lauren being Lauren meant that at least some of it was on purpose. She wouldn't be herself if she wasn't eccentric. "Redwood is in Forever Fall, way up north. With what the farmers grew, they were most common. Dad always preferred whiskey, though he kept a few beers around. He said Mom was always the one who liked wine."

"First drink I ever had was a Redwood whiskey. Dad and I shared it the day I finished a weapon good enough to sell by myself, start to finish." The Hunter shook her head, grin widening a little at the memory. He had stuck his hand in his pockets while they walked, heading leisurely towards Junior's club. "I hated it. I drank it, but I hated it. Took a couple years for it to grow on me. I always liked wines."

"Redwood used to make this mead, too. Local variety. They used the red sap from the trees in it. Good stuff. Small town like that, the people who made the drinks were critical. Whole place would go to shit if there was nothing to drink." 

The grin on his face died just a little, thinking back to home. He loved Bastille more than anything. They were like family, and they had made Beacon a home. But he missed Redwood. Well, truthfully, he didn't miss Redwood. He regretted the way he left it. He didn't share another drink with his Dad before he left, he didn't know if he'd get to go back to the little house he'd grown up in. The workshop he'd learned to craft weapons in. Ben hadn't spoken with his Dad before he left, not once in the whole week after he qualified to take the entrance exam. It was hard to tell if he'd be allowed back. Or if he'd want to go back.

Not the sort of thoughts for a night out.

"Anyway, wines and whiskeys. What about you, babe?"