[Yeah, that could be prettier, and a spoon isn't the flashiest bartender trick he's ever seen (from Greed, considering this is the only bar he frequents), but he's still attentive and mercifully quiet while Greed layers the drink.
His hands haven't lost all steadiness in the past minute, so he doesn't dip the spoon and mix the layers or anything, but he isn't a practiced master of pouring slowly and his drink's layers wind up a little clouded. It doesn't look like a gross mess, but it doesn't look as neat and precise as Greed's, either.
So, well, he's pouting at it a little, face all but pressed to the bar to look.]
You know, layers aren't mixed anyway... [his drink is perfect hmph]
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His hands haven't lost all steadiness in the past minute, so he doesn't dip the spoon and mix the layers or anything, but he isn't a practiced master of pouring slowly and his drink's layers wind up a little clouded. It doesn't look like a gross mess, but it doesn't look as neat and precise as Greed's, either.
So, well, he's pouting at it a little, face all but pressed to the bar to look.]
You know, layers aren't mixed anyway... [his drink is perfect hmph]