Cherry Mint Dramione 소설 & 이야기

Instead, she reached for a small, simmering copper pot hanging over the hearth and carefully poured a steaming, deep red liquid into a ceramic mug. "Drink this," Karla instructed gently, pressing the warm mug into his large hands. "It is a restorative tonic I have been working on. I call it the Velvet Orchard – a blend of dark cherry bark, crushed orchard berries, and a drop of sweet syrup. It will help settle the adrenaline in your blood."

It was the exact same thing he’d said to me. “What’s she drinking?” he asked Ralph. “Rum and Coke,” he said, and the guy paid for her drink. I watched Ralph as he walked over to Adelie with the glass in his hand and she smiled as he spoke to her. She shook her head and Ralph walked away with the drink still in his hand. “Are you local?” The guy had now turned toward me. “Yes.” “Do you know her?” he asked me, and I was instantly jealous as he looked at her again. I’d never felt such intense jealousy before.

"It's nothing, Mr. Zimmer. If you really want to thank me, you just have to give me some medicinal ingredients." "Of course! Just tell me what you need, Mr. Lawrence. It would be no issue as long as we have it here in Flora Hall." Dan was actually beside himself with joy—he was just racking his brains on how to get in Frank's good graces! "I need a tuft of Skyfresh Vine to make a pill," Frank said. "I was told you have some, but it's not for sale. Is that true?" Dan was laughing as he stroked his beard. "We certainly do—it's thirty-six inches in length, and you can have it if you want, Mr. Lawrence."

she then said. “Sounds exciting. I would love to try it,” Emma smiled. A couple of minutes later, the bartender put down a martini glass with a bright yellow liquid in it, topped by a slice of passion fruit. Emma took a sip and was pleasantly surprised at the hint of sourness, the tropical flavour and the bubbles that danced on her tongue. “This is superb. What is it?” Emma asked. “Thank you. It doesn’t have a name yet. It’s passion fruit, vodka and champagne,” the bartender told her.

“I forgot. I was distracted by Tony’s reaction to Mary. I’m sorry for not giving fair notice. That’s on me. Please can you put Jade down now.” Maybe it’s the ‘please’, maybe it’s Mary nodding vigorously and lifting a cleaver for emphasis. Maybe it’s Tala, hovering nervously in the hopes that Tim will look her way and she can reassure herself by it. The plants holding Jade slacken and withdraw. “Was that… mint?” Jade asks when she can draw air into her lungs again. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t need to breathe, but she does seem to need air to speak. “Mentha Aquatica. Water mint,” Timothy replies, brusquely.

A smile spreading on his lips at my glance. “Still feel like you morning hasn’t restarted yet?” he asked, “Answer that with your full, so we know.” I chuckled. Licking from my arm up to my cone just then, no juices will be lost! “Fine, I admit.” I said, licking my lips. “This isn’t so bad. Not what I imagined.” “Told you.” He grinned, “Here, let me help you.” He grabbed some tissues just then, dapping my soaking arm. “You see why I prefer The Chocolate Mint? They will never drip the way this twirling strawberry of yours do!”

Determined to shake off the weariness of their journey, she decided to concoct a refreshing drink for both of them. She sliced fresh lemons with expert precision, carefully squeezed the juice into a crystal-clear pitcher, and added a generous amount of ice. The citrusy aroma filled the air, invigorating their senses. She then muddled mint leaves and added a splash of soda water, creating a refreshing mojito. The clinking of ice against the glass was like a symphony, promising a moment of relaxation.

“We utterly failed on the ice cream mission, and we swore to never do that again.” “So!” Drake said brightly, opening the freezer. “Here we go: salted caramel, cookies and cream, cinnamon, pistachio, mint chocolate chip –” “Ooooh,” she said. “Mint chocolate chip sounds great.” “Not salted caramel?” Drake teased her, taking the jumbo tub out. “After all that?” “Nope,” she said cheerfully. “Not tonight, thank you. Maybe for breakfast, on top of my pancakes or in my decaf.”

Dante commanded, pointing to a leather chair near the fireplace. I sat, my legs feeling like lead. I watched him move to a hidden cabinet and pull out a medical kit and a bottle of amber liquid. He poured two glasses, handed me one, and sat on the ottoman in front of me. "Drink," he said. "It’s high-altitude rye. It’ll dull the edge." I took a sip. It burned like liquid fire, cutting through the soot in my throat. I coughed, a wince crossing my face as my ribs flared in protest.

Savouring it sip by sip, he showed a satisfied expression, He decided to tell Charlie when he got home, that they should drink this mint water every day in the future. Bianca watched Frost drink the water leisurely, feeling both angry and amused. Forget it, Bianca comforted herself in her heart, no matter what, he was still her client, A gentleman takes revenge, it's never too late! She would tidy him up nicely next time in class. "What's this mint called?" "8O’CLOCK." Bianca sat across from Frost with a large cup in her hands. The room was particularly quiet, and neither of them spoke again, slowly drinking the water, enjoying this tacit tranquillity.