"[color=fff79a]I [i]hope[/i], because I cannot be certain, Father,[/color]" Two-one's attention was dragged away from Pax, as the rather incredulous question demanded something of an answer at the very least, "[color=fff79a]just as you might carry some fleck of disease in all that meat and not know of it until you fall ill. It is much like that. I hope I do not carry some oil, and you hope you do not carry some dis-[/color]"

 Alexander's gesture of throwing his arms open and exclaiming in joy made the Myr jump a little, and it was only a sudden and rather ungainly amount of scrabbling and arm-waving that prevented him from tumbling off the back of the stool. After steadying himself, and shuffling along back to the centre of the stool, he bobbed his head in thanks to Alexander and took a hold of the offered glass.

 "[color=fff79a]Two-One. It is short for Two One Nine Zero Zero Zero Zero Zero Zero Zero Zero Zero Zero Zero Zero,[/color]" the Myr bobbed his head a little more as he kept count, "[color=fff79a]Zero Zero Zero Zero Zero Zero. Zero. You can see why Two-One is preferred. To Mirrodin restored![/color]"

 Two-One joined in with raising the glass, and then somewhat sheepishly went back to clutching it with both hands. He took a shuffling step closer to Alexander and, in a much quieter voice, whispered up to him as he set the glass on the bar. 

 "[color=fff79a][i]It is not my intent to offend. I cannot drink. Could you drink that for me? I am appreciative of the gesture.[/i][/color]"

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