Sage accepts the fist bump. "I've never actually tested if I can change myself to the extent I can burn off alcohol. It takes food, though. This could be an interesting experiment..." she muses.
Which one's the evil bastard, Herr Federflugüberwachungsbehördenleiter von Hochdachfenstersims or Odium?
I snatch some breadcrumbs from a passing child on the way to feed the ducks and give them some seeds instead.