*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!
“This wayyy.” He said moving into the kitchen. He waved his hand, but when the door to the cupboard did not swing open, he went the old fashioned way, grabbing two large glasses and filling them with water from the sink.
“here..” He said holding it out to him.
Carlos grinned at him, taking the glass. “Thanks,” he said softly and he quickly downed the water. The taste of nothing caught Carlos a little off-guard, but it was cold which was nice. He let out a sigh, holding the empty glass. “I said ‘welcome’, by the way,” he said suddenly. “Earlier… ‘Welcome to Graves’ house’. Or, ‘Welcome to the Graves House’. Whichever you think sounds better…”
He chuckled. “Ah I see. The Graves house.” he chuckled. “That sounds nice. Official.”
Percival took a sip of his own water taking the empty glass from the other. “I should have said welcome.” he he offered a drunken grin.
Carlos shrugged. “S’okay,” he murmured. “I said it already, so you don’t have to! Now… where’s your potions? You gotta take something or you’ll be very unhappy in the morning.”