[Hank reaches for the bottle in that pouch around his waist, grimacing.]
It's uh, probably kind of weird, drinking it now but there's this... stuff. From, you know, back there.
[The top of the bottle looks stupider, he thinks, in the open air; underwater the whole sippy cup, sports bottle look had kind of made sense. He holds it out anyway.]
There's probably somethin else back in my room, if you don't like the taste of liquid anchovies. Don't remember how much of that I had left, though.
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[Hank reaches for the bottle in that pouch around his waist, grimacing.]
It's uh, probably kind of weird, drinking it now but there's this... stuff. From, you know, back there.
[The top of the bottle looks stupider, he thinks, in the open air; underwater the whole sippy cup, sports bottle look had kind of made sense. He holds it out anyway.]
There's probably somethin else back in my room, if you don't like the taste of liquid anchovies. Don't remember how much of that I had left, though.