I can hardly attest to how it might taste, given your state, but I'd advise you to try mixing it with a summer tea, instead—any that's chilled. It will likely sink to the bottom, but blood is such a delicate substance.
[Frustratingly so, sometimes. Hubert's certainly gotten a lot more experience working with it, in recent months.]
The temperature you take your tea at may very well be deteriorating it. And though I care not for it, I know enough that a luke-warm earl grey is a terrible thing.
[He chuckles, setting the vial back down.]
I can't promise it will be worthwhile, but... an idle thought.
[Hubert would have a field day if there was a Reddit on alchemics.]
It is dreadful, when it's lukewarm. Though, it feels fine for the purposes I need it for.
[Edelgard really doesn't mind if it's deteriorated a bit. It's still enough to get nourishment from, and it's a bitterness that she'll get used to.]
I'm not using monster blood, merely the animal blood we get from the butcher's shop. It's not precisely rich in magic to begin with, but it simulates the purpose of tea well enough. A simple pick-me-up between meals rather than any true sustenance.
[But he's got a point. Perhaps there is a way...]
However, I'll take your advice regarding summer teas and experiment using the more magical blood and see if that removes the need to drink it straight.
Mm, I mean the blood itself, not its magical content—though certainly that, too. I've been assuming the different bloods vary in taste, so I thought the condition might alter it as well.
[He pauses to drink from his own cup. It's no Dagda import, but it's good enough, especially by the more meager means they live in this world.]
They do. Witch and Monster bloods tend to taste the best but animals are fine, though I do find chicken blood quite bland. It seems to vary based on diet, though. Anything that eats meat seems to be a bit richer, though I've yet to pin that down.
[Which...is a subtle way of bending the conversation towards another topic she needs to cover.]
True. And that's fine. I have never been one to eat for the sake of eating.
[She's not like some of their allies at home at all.
Drat though, she had intended for him to pick up on the mention of Witch blood. Oh well, so much for subtlety. Her stomach rolls, doing a nervous flip, but there's no shame in it. Just embarrassment.]
...And, I suppose. I have a confession to make. Regarding several things, that I have no doubt you noticed thanks to our bond.
[The embarrassment does not go unnoticed, but Hubert mouth only settles into a neutral line.]
[His mood stills in the Bond into something observant and clinical as he sets his mug down, -patiently leaning back in his chair and lacing his fingers loosely together. There's several things this could be about, couldn't it?]
[She...actually falters. Does she want to say this...really? She should. He's owed an explanation for what he undoubtedly felt.
Her gaze flicks away, extremely embarrassed, but she doesn't back down.]
...We spent the evening together. Intimately. It was...it was a very sudden decision, and I was not sure of how to mask the bond. I apologize, if that caused you any discomfort.
[You know what, he's just as happy not to dwell on this. Especially not when the subject matter is in turn embarrassing to him, and he'd really prefer to avoid a positive feedback cycle within the Bond about this.]
[Hubert clears his throat mildly.]
I... see. Apology accepted. [Yeah he's... just going to glaze over a lot of that.]
[But there are notes of befuddlement amid the awkwardness in the Bond. ...Corrin??]
[Edelgard lifts her tea cup to cover her mouth, taking a sip with a somewhat shaky hand. It's not as though she expected or needed his approval, but given how she'd struggled to even find a way to put it into words, more of a reaction would have been appreciated.]
I don't know if it will happen again. I suspect I overindulged in wine a little too much, and will be more mindful of that.
If something does happen...I will attempt to warn you.
[Maybe he knows a way to mask the bond. Or at least, so he can brace himself.]
Thank you, for understanding. And your patience. There is a lot to these bonds that I had not considered when we arrived. That...being one of them.
[His non-reaction was nearly a reaction in of itself—it's a testament to how much effort Hubert is diverting his mind from the matter, for at least half a dozen reasons.]
That's—hrm. Much indeed. [That's a lot of ifs and maybes and nothing that's outright no, so expects it to occur again.] Your... consideration is appreciated.
[What was there to say? She was well aware that he didn't trust Corrin still and tolerated her at best, but that was old news to the both of them. Hubert couldn't even say that none of this was his business thanks to the Bond, despite how he ought to be removed from this by every measure of decorum ever. Maybe there was something to speak of buried under all that, but he was not going to excavate it. Not right now. Bracing himself for this conversation was task enough.]
Your choices are your own and you will continue to make them as you see fit. [Just a statement of fact.]
[She doesn't know if it will happen again. She is not against the idea, plainly, and sees no reason to lie about it. Intimate moments were rare for her, the opportunities to have them even more so, but she would not rule out anything that made her happy. Not in a world like this, where she was going through so much that was outside of her control.
But she also could tell he was uncomfortable, and so decided not to dwell on it, or force him to.]
Leslie has told me of the incident with the Turnskin. You are alright, yes?
[And they started this evening with such pleasant conversation. Hubert doesn't sigh, but the feeling in the Bond is surely the mental equivalent of it. His knuckles lift briefly to the bridge of his nose he readjusts to the avenue of conversation.]
I'm sure she did. She seemed quite shaken by it all.
[Hubert's hand falls back to his lap and he straightens back up with a deep breath.] No harm came of it, I assure you. I have no doubt you'd have noticed.
[Hubert doesn't grumble. He doesn't think about grumbling. But there's a ghost of a wry look (reflected in the Bond as well) that passes so briefly over his face at the overt mention of teasing.]
[Fine. He'll let Edelgard have this.]
...She is a clever young thing. [And just as faintly as his displease, there's the impression that he's actually impressed.] It's because of that I stayed my hand, and the Turnskin kept both of his.
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Date: 2020-02-13 06:28 am (UTC)I can hardly attest to how it might taste, given your state, but I'd advise you to try mixing it with a summer tea, instead—any that's chilled. It will likely sink to the bottom, but blood is such a delicate substance.
[Frustratingly so, sometimes. Hubert's certainly gotten a lot more experience working with it, in recent months.]
The temperature you take your tea at may very well be deteriorating it. And though I care not for it, I know enough that a luke-warm earl grey is a terrible thing.
[He chuckles, setting the vial back down.]
I can't promise it will be worthwhile, but... an idle thought.
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Date: 2020-02-13 03:30 pm (UTC)It is dreadful, when it's lukewarm. Though, it feels fine for the purposes I need it for.
[Edelgard really doesn't mind if it's deteriorated a bit. It's still enough to get nourishment from, and it's a bitterness that she'll get used to.]
I'm not using monster blood, merely the animal blood we get from the butcher's shop. It's not precisely rich in magic to begin with, but it simulates the purpose of tea well enough. A simple pick-me-up between meals rather than any true sustenance.
[But he's got a point. Perhaps there is a way...]
However, I'll take your advice regarding summer teas and experiment using the more magical blood and see if that removes the need to drink it straight.
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Date: 2020-02-15 04:13 am (UTC)Mm, I mean the blood itself, not its magical content—though certainly that, too. I've been assuming the different bloods vary in taste, so I thought the condition might alter it as well.
[He pauses to drink from his own cup. It's no Dagda import, but it's good enough, especially by the more meager means they live in this world.]
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Date: 2020-02-17 07:06 am (UTC)[Which...is a subtle way of bending the conversation towards another topic she needs to cover.]
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Date: 2020-02-19 02:42 am (UTC)[Beyond their staples, he means. And pigs that were regularly eating meat brought up other concerns.]
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Date: 2020-02-19 04:26 am (UTC)[She's not like some of their allies at home at all.
Drat though, she had intended for him to pick up on the mention of Witch blood. Oh well, so much for subtlety. Her stomach rolls, doing a nervous flip, but there's no shame in it. Just embarrassment.]
...And, I suppose. I have a confession to make. Regarding several things, that I have no doubt you noticed thanks to our bond.
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Date: 2020-02-24 01:43 am (UTC)[His mood stills in the Bond into something observant and clinical as he sets his mug down, -patiently leaning back in his chair and lacing his fingers loosely together. There's several things this could be about, couldn't it?]
Go on.
[Best not to put words in her mouth.]
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Date: 2020-02-24 01:50 am (UTC)[She...actually falters. Does she want to say this...really? She should. He's owed an explanation for what he undoubtedly felt.
Her gaze flicks away, extremely embarrassed, but she doesn't back down.]
...We spent the evening together. Intimately. It was...it was a very sudden decision, and I was not sure of how to mask the bond. I apologize, if that caused you any discomfort.
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Date: 2020-02-24 05:18 am (UTC)[Ah. That. ...Corrin...?]
[You know what, he's just as happy not to dwell on this. Especially not when the subject matter is in turn embarrassing to him, and he'd really prefer to avoid a positive feedback cycle within the Bond about this.]
[Hubert clears his throat mildly.]
I... see. Apology accepted. [Yeah he's... just going to glaze over a lot of that.]
[But there are notes of befuddlement amid the awkwardness in the Bond. ...Corrin??]
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Date: 2020-02-24 06:01 am (UTC)I don't know if it will happen again. I suspect I overindulged in wine a little too much, and will be more mindful of that.
If something does happen...I will attempt to warn you.
[Maybe he knows a way to mask the bond. Or at least, so he can brace himself.]
Thank you, for understanding. And your patience. There is a lot to these bonds that I had not considered when we arrived. That...being one of them.
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Date: 2020-02-25 07:28 am (UTC)That's—hrm. Much indeed. [That's a lot of ifs and maybes and nothing that's outright no, so expects it to occur again.] Your... consideration is appreciated.
[What was there to say? She was well aware that he didn't trust Corrin still and tolerated her at best, but that was old news to the both of them. Hubert couldn't even say that none of this was his business thanks to the Bond, despite how he ought to be removed from this by every measure of decorum ever. Maybe there was something to speak of buried under all that, but he was not going to excavate it. Not right now. Bracing himself for this conversation was task enough.]
Your choices are your own and you will continue to make them as you see fit. [Just a statement of fact.]
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Date: 2020-02-25 04:12 pm (UTC)[She doesn't know if it will happen again. She is not against the idea, plainly, and sees no reason to lie about it. Intimate moments were rare for her, the opportunities to have them even more so, but she would not rule out anything that made her happy. Not in a world like this, where she was going through so much that was outside of her control.
But she also could tell he was uncomfortable, and so decided not to dwell on it, or force him to.]
Leslie has told me of the incident with the Turnskin. You are alright, yes?
[Oh yes, Uncle Hubert.
Well, we can't have him too comfortable can we?]
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Date: 2020-02-26 03:43 am (UTC)I'm sure she did. She seemed quite shaken by it all.
[Hubert's hand falls back to his lap and he straightens back up with a deep breath.] No harm came of it, I assure you. I have no doubt you'd have noticed.
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Date: 2020-02-26 04:32 am (UTC)[And if the girl came to harm, there would be hell to pay.]
But...I think it's good that she's quick witted. That could have been bad.
[Hehe.]
I won't tease you further, I do appreciate you looking out for her, too.
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Date: 2020-02-26 05:08 am (UTC)[Fine. He'll let Edelgard have this.]
...She is a clever young thing. [And just as faintly as his displease, there's the impression that he's actually impressed.] It's because of that I stayed my hand, and the Turnskin kept both of his.
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Date: 2020-02-26 05:20 am (UTC)[She is impressed too.]
Now...I suppose we should discuss these ledgers?