Dante looked on warily, plagued by images of fairytale poisons.
“The water brings out the subtler flavours,” Sonnet murmured in explanation. He held what looked like a teaspoon of sugar over the glass. “Watch.”
Dante did as he was instructed. He watched the clear trickle of icy water as Sonnet tipped it over the sugar and into the reservoir
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