[My, she is something else, isn't she? A goddess, raising her glass to a man! Link, in turn, raises his own glass.]
What shall we drink to?
[An odd mockery of tradition, sitting in some unknown place with a strange, thick liquid in his glass, but it seems that they are throwing tradition to the winds today, so hang it.]
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What shall we drink to?
[An odd mockery of tradition, sitting in some unknown place with a strange, thick liquid in his glass, but it seems that they are throwing tradition to the winds today, so hang it.]