[Lucas takes ahold of the cup, eagerly at first, then a little more gingerly when he realizes how hot it is. He blows on the surface for a little while. Then he sips.
. . . . .
Oh god. It is like drinking the essence of bitter darkness itself. Lucas's cheeks puff out a little as he tries to swallow without making a fuss.]
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[Lucas takes ahold of the cup, eagerly at first, then a little more gingerly when he realizes how hot it is. He blows on the surface for a little while. Then he sips.
. . . . .
Oh god. It is like drinking the essence of bitter darkness itself. Lucas's cheeks puff out a little as he tries to swallow without making a fuss.]