[All over, there are signs of Portia's touch; the furniture is provided, but there's an assortment of knickknacks, hand-made blankets, and some other touches that are notably hers; familiar enough, compared to her cottage. Aside from that, there's a great deal of books, and a few darker, more masculine creature comforts here and there.]
Good man.
[She slides the rum across the counter at him, and twists open a beer for herself.]
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Good man.
[She slides the rum across the counter at him, and twists open a beer for herself.]
To reunions.