Was never a big deal. [Near 1860 was when they started to establish drinking laws, but even then it wasn't as heavily enforced in his era. It wouldn't start to be a big push to getting away from liquor until closer to the 1900s and nearing the 20s. So he'll just shrug, setting the pot down on the fire, sparks crackling up from it and spiraling up into the quickly darkening sky.]
[Gyro chuckles at the comment about the date, glancing back. He'll see Valkyrie nudge at Blackjack's neck a little, pushing the end of his snout near his neck in comfort.]
We can't mate, not here. But I'm guessing your guy, that Percy, you lot live over in that fancy city, do ya? So he probably still gives ya a lotta grub, eh? Don't work like that hea.
[It may sound rather sad to both Percy and Blackjack, but it's the truth. Gyro can't hear his horse to know that Valkyrie's understood so well, so he'll mention it himself as well. Still... it'd really mean something were he to know that Valkyrie realized that it wasn't because Gyro was punishing him that he had to be scarce with things like treats. it'd mean something that Valkyrie understood what his master was going through, and the lack of funds he had here.]
That's the only bag for the month, not sure if I'll afford more next one either. [A shrug, pouting as he looks to Blackjack.]
Sorry for that, Blackjack.
[Really sorry actually, but, he tries not to dwell on it. He looks back to the fire, chuckling at Percy's words.]
Women are into me fine, and not a grey hair yet, you wanna look? I pluck them out and use them to floss, nyo-hoho! Fuuuu!
[He swats at that hand, shoves him again, and this time ruffles Percy's hair too. He sure is okay with touching, and Percy has very ruffle-y hair.]
Doubt you want it spiked though, yeah? You're lucky, this stuff took me a while to find, good enough without spirits.
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[Gyro chuckles at the comment about the date, glancing back. He'll see Valkyrie nudge at Blackjack's neck a little, pushing the end of his snout near his neck in comfort.]
We can't mate, not here. But I'm guessing your guy, that Percy, you lot live over in that fancy city, do ya? So he probably still gives ya a lotta grub, eh? Don't work like that hea.
[It may sound rather sad to both Percy and Blackjack, but it's the truth. Gyro can't hear his horse to know that Valkyrie's understood so well, so he'll mention it himself as well. Still... it'd really mean something were he to know that Valkyrie realized that it wasn't because Gyro was punishing him that he had to be scarce with things like treats. it'd mean something that Valkyrie understood what his master was going through, and the lack of funds he had here.]
That's the only bag for the month, not sure if I'll afford more next one either. [A shrug, pouting as he looks to Blackjack.]
Sorry for that, Blackjack.
[Really sorry actually, but, he tries not to dwell on it. He looks back to the fire, chuckling at Percy's words.]
Women are into me fine, and not a grey hair yet, you wanna look? I pluck them out and use them to floss, nyo-hoho! Fuuuu!
[He swats at that hand, shoves him again, and this time ruffles Percy's hair too. He sure is okay with touching, and Percy has very ruffle-y hair.]
Doubt you want it spiked though, yeah? You're lucky, this stuff took me a while to find, good enough without spirits.