I mean, it's not supposed to happen but it does sometimes. 'cause of the drinking, usually. I mean, you can drink, just not close to when it's time to take the medicine. That'll probably stop it happening.
I understand that it was of greater importance to drink it with the heat of the beach, but...have you not seen the state of the rest of the city? I cannot imagine the water to be any cleaner in this time than in mine, so I would wish not to drink it every night if I must not.
[ Not that she takes the pills every night, but still. She sighs. ]
But I suppose it is that or I must stop the treatment.
I do on occasion. As of late more oft, as people have been offering me "tea", which seems to be hot water with herbs.
[ Surprise! The English didn't drink tea yet. And is it any wonder they didn't want to drink their gross water? ]
I do not understand the correlation between this and my medicine, Master Pinkman. Why is this such a problem? I have never heard it to interfere with other medicines or treatments I have taken.
It's... really complicated. See, alcohol and this medicine both cause chemical reactions in your brain. And if you mix 'em together then you're getting a different kinda reaction than if you weren't drinking wine or whatever. So for you, it means you end up doing all kinds of stuff you don't remember, instead of doing what it's supposed to make you do, which is just sleep.
[ She stares for a moment, conflicted over whether she should act angry at him or not. Why didn't he tell her this before? Why would he just assume she would always have it with water, how ridiculous! At the same time, she wants to laugh, because although it was rather terrifying whenever she awoke, looking back on some situations, it's silly where she woke up. ]
All sorts of..."stuff", yes. And my heart all in a clatter? This is also to be blamed on the wine?
[ Why are they talking in the kitchen, this is so crass. WHY IS SHE STILL STANDING. Maybe she ticked him off waking him up like that... ]
I see. Then I suppose I will take a greater care with when I have my drink. It would be best for me not to need such aid, but I must be grateful that there are remedies at all.
[Because the couch is currently serving as someone's bed (UNIT 409 LYFE!!!), and it seems weird to sit on it even when that person isn't home. But mostly, Jesse is too high for manners.]
I promise the water's clean. I test it all the time, 'cause I need it pure at work. You don't gotta worry about drinking it.
[Structurally, of course, the living room is the same. But Jesse's acquired all kinds of entertainment technology, and the living room is, well, lived in - so it's cluttered with six people's belongings.]
Weren't you a queen already? Maybe I was always a king, too, and you didn't know it.
[But he notices her looking, which he finally takes as a signal that she wants to get comfortable. Which is fine by him, really. He starts ambling out of the kitchen, in a subtle way forcing her to chase after him. Slowly.]
[ She'll sit further down on the couch, because gosh, laughing at the very idea of being married already. Actually it's not so outlandish, she's pretty old to be a maid, but still. ]
You thought me to be married...because I made mention of another? Why, you merely could have inquired. It does not matter, however.
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Yes, of course. Ale and wine.
[ And almost nothing else! ]
Those are normal occurrences? I was not aware. I was quite alarmed!
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With... water?
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I understand that it was of greater importance to drink it with the heat of the beach, but...have you not seen the state of the rest of the city? I cannot imagine the water to be any cleaner in this time than in mine, so I would wish not to drink it every night if I must not.
[ Not that she takes the pills every night, but still. She sighs. ]
But I suppose it is that or I must stop the treatment.
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[ Surprise! The English didn't drink tea yet. And is it any wonder they didn't want to drink their gross water? ]
I do not understand the correlation between this and my medicine, Master Pinkman. Why is this such a problem? I have never heard it to interfere with other medicines or treatments I have taken.
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It's... really complicated. See, alcohol and this medicine both cause chemical reactions in your brain. And if you mix 'em together then you're getting a different kinda reaction than if you weren't drinking wine or whatever. So for you, it means you end up doing all kinds of stuff you don't remember, instead of doing what it's supposed to make you do, which is just sleep.
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All sorts of..."stuff", yes. And my heart all in a clatter? This is also to be blamed on the wine?
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That... yeah. If it keeps happening when you stop drinking wine, then we should try something else for your sleep.
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I see. Then I suppose I will take a greater care with when I have my drink. It would be best for me not to need such aid, but I must be grateful that there are remedies at all.
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I promise the water's clean. I test it all the time, 'cause I need it pure at work. You don't gotta worry about drinking it.
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You promise me... As you once promised not to look?
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Well, that... I mean, you wanted me to look.
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I have already traversed on past bandit fiance and bandit duchess to move on towards bandit queen? That would make you a king now.
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Weren't you a queen already? Maybe I was always a king, too, and you didn't know it.
[But he notices her looking, which he finally takes as a signal that she wants to get comfortable. Which is fine by him, really. He starts ambling out of the kitchen, in a subtle way forcing her to chase after him. Slowly.]
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[ She'll move to follow, because kitchen why. ]
I cannot be a queen if I do not have a king of mine own, unless I feel so inclined to usurp a kingdom. Yours, perhaps!
[ This kingdom of...glorious crap. ]
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Ahhhh, so you're not married yet. Good to know. You're totally free to usurp my kingdom.
[...If you know what he means. He settles onto the sofa and pats the spot beside him. Because that's the proper way to invite a noble lady to sit.]
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You thought me to be married...because I made mention of another? Why, you merely could have inquired. It does not matter, however.
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