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"...take no offense, Count, and pardon my underdeveloped, er, pallet when it comes to local delicacies of this… quite tantalizingly aromatic… I must say… Sort. But I'm afraid I simply haven't the proper stomach—in fact, at the Hotel Royale in Klausenburgh, en route to your lordship's home – quite strikingly beautiful… I might add – I was served a sort of chicken stew heavily seasoned with paprika which, between me and you, I do believe beset me with the most peculiar—"
"Drink. Now."
"Oh. Well. In that case. If you insist, my lord. If I must. I suppose… Bottoms up."