[ Michel observes the diverging paths before him, at least one of which ends with Mithrun testing the effects of alcohol poisoning. In his estimation. ]
...I suppose I owe you that. [ He blinks once at the words, but carries on almost smoothly: ] What did you have in mind...?
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...I suppose I owe you that. [ He blinks once at the words, but carries on almost smoothly: ] What did you have in mind...?