[ if there is any deity out there who really does exist - be it the all-mother, the everlasting light, or whoever exists in the infinite expanse of the cosmos - lorem can only hope that they would be kind enough to help her in this increasingly awkward situation she finds herself in. the last few days has thrown her off her game and it shows right here while she (mentally) scrambles to compose herself to try and salvage this accidental faux pas of hers. oh dear.
she first offers him a smile, one apologetic and nervous, while she shifts her hold of the jar to one hand so she can pull out her device and type a message for him to read: ]
I'm sorry about that. I was distracted and wasn't mindful of my manners. Would you like this jar of alcohol as an apology? [ honestly the jar would be better off with anyone than her, given her dislike for spirits. if it can also help her smooth possible whoopsies on her parts than all the better. ]
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she first offers him a smile, one apologetic and nervous, while she shifts her hold of the jar to one hand so she can pull out her device and type a message for him to read: ]
I'm sorry about that. I was distracted and wasn't mindful of my manners. Would you like this jar of alcohol as an apology? [ honestly the jar would be better off with anyone than her, given her dislike for spirits. if it can also help her smooth possible whoopsies on her parts than all the better. ]