Zel is half tempted to counter with a spell of his own, but seeing as Lina is very quickly distracted by something other than setting him ablaze, he'll just let it slide. Talking to Lina is like conversational whiplash sometimes, and one just has to learn to roll with the punches. And fireballs.
"You may be right," Zelgadis says, reaching for the bottle to inspect it closer. The ingredient list catches his eye, and he squints to read the tiny print.
"Water, high fructose corn syrup, tea, phosphoric acid, sodium hexa...metaphosphate... What-- what is this stuff? Red 40? What is that? What--"
He is absolutely perplexed by the bottle, don't mind him.
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"You may be right," Zelgadis says, reaching for the bottle to inspect it closer. The ingredient list catches his eye, and he squints to read the tiny print.
"Water, high fructose corn syrup, tea, phosphoric acid, sodium hexa...metaphosphate... What-- what is this stuff? Red 40? What is that? What--"
He is absolutely perplexed by the bottle, don't mind him.