[Prussia always forgets about the bird so they're in the same boat. Usually its hidden in her hair anyway (gross??)

She brightens at seeing the absinthe and actually laughs, a short kesesese of amusement.]

Last time I had that, I woke up in Paris with my ass-

[Well. Maybe that's not a story to tell today. She's supposed to be sad?]

France would probably pitch a fit if I had this without sugar and water and all that fancy shit. That kind of makes it better to have it without, ja? No way any germs would survive, anyway.

[She holds out a hand. Give, please.]