"Well then, Mr. Z'Aay, I'll gladly oblige you. Here, have this. It's fresh from the bakery down the street."
Tim pushes the plate with the other half of the loaf Shade ate to Zada, then puts a square ice cube in the glass he'd picked out for the former priest, filling it with his tasty brew. He does the same for Shade, sliding the two glasses down the bar to them without spilling a drop. A hard skill to master for some, but to Tim that kind of thing was second nature.
"Here you go gentlemen. I added in the ice cube since I've been told it tastes better when its as cold as possible. Don't believe that myself though. Now then, a toast! To the future; may it be bright and joyous till the end of our days!"
credit to shay for the sig and Craizen avy.
I'm Sir Walter the Garnet Time-Traveling Assassin of the Gemstone Order.