[ Fabian follows Gorgug, and when he moves to sit down on the ground next to the other, he is absolutely not keeping his distance in the slightest. Instead Fabian drops so closely to Gorgug that the sides of their arms are definitely touching as they're sitting here.

Why not, after all? It's not like Fabian is going to waste a moment of physical proximity here. Not when they have some privacy on top of it, and when the mood feels nice for once.

Even in this place.

But when Fabian notices the drinks the other is taking out of his bag, he just lets out a laugh. ]

Gorgug, what is that?

[ At the blue drink, of course. Maybe the green one is some vegetable smoothie? Fabian will have to check that out, but he's too busy staring at the nuclear-looking liquid-in-a-bottle Gorgug is still holding up. ]

I'm not so sure if health is the right word to describe that. It kind of looks like magical water, and not a good kind. More a cursed kind. [ Did you buy cursed water, Gorgug?

Though Fabian mostly seems like he's joking over here. There's something very at ease about him right now, very casual. ]