A blood orange? [He fishes the slice out by its rind, holding it carefully above the drink.] Huh... I can kinda see it, I guess. But this'd be pretty old blood.
[NOW WHO'S MORBID but he's just talking like this is a normal topic of conversation?! Of course he's not squeamish about blood... He'll take a bite next, since apparently the garnishes here are momentarily more interesting than the drink itself.]
—It's sweet! This is waaay less tart than any orange I've had before.
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A blood orange? [He fishes the slice out by its rind, holding it carefully above the drink.] Huh... I can kinda see it, I guess. But this'd be pretty old blood.
[NOW WHO'S MORBID but he's just talking like this is a normal topic of conversation?! Of course he's not squeamish about blood... He'll take a bite next, since apparently the garnishes here are momentarily more interesting than the drink itself.]
—It's sweet! This is waaay less tart than any orange I've had before.