Book 7. Chapter 31: A Feather and a problem
“I only want what any reasonable person in my shoes/plates would want: Actual booze."
This little sh- "You want to trade the full story of Urs, for booze."
A few plates waved me off, as if I was a silly little human that didn't understand. "You’re very special out here you know - you have something deep inside that's unique: The only entity in this entire sea who knows what it’s like to be drunk. Too good of a chance to pass by it.”
I pointed at the prop bottle she had on the table, giving her a raised eyebrow and unworded statement.
“That’s a prop and you know it.” Aztu flatly said. "It's not going to get me drunk anymore than you sipping air would. I want the real thing, and I'm willing to pay a good price for that."
“I don’t even know the first steps to making booze actually booze out here. Best I can do is copy your bottle and replicate it.” I did exactly that, making a second bottle of sake appear on the table. The heavy glass clinked on the table, having appeared a few inches above the table originally. It rolled on itself before it settled with a heavy, permanent, thunk.
The Icon flinched in the background, her calm smile slowly turning to face me. I had a feeling she was getting very pissed off now.
Two plates from Aztu’s body floated to the new bottle and tapped it like a prospector would, testing for flaws and quality. “And now we’ve reached the final stages of my ultimate plan. Behold, my true goal all along when I came here to teach you."
"You really think I'll help you?"