'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"This is the place"

Tell you what, Phil and Sally, I made each cocktail for the two of us to drink.

One is a regular [screwdriver] who gives Phil a drink.

The other one's from Surrey Reproduction. [Screwdriver?] So, naturally, it's something Sally drinks.

"Hey, what do I say, do you really make him drink?

Isotoma, who was watching the task, sounded somewhat worried.

The glass he's holding like that was earlier [screwdriver?] not. And I put my hands on it. No, it's a demonic modification.

The colours themselves have not changed so much. Is it slightly thinner?

One glass I made two cups was on Isotoma's hand, and the other on mine.

When I finished making two cocktails, Isotoma reluctantly told me I would get a drink.

I won't say no if it means I can afford it. Thank God I decided to fill out the slip.

... At cost, this still hurts a little bit though.

Well, the question is, did you really let him drink it?

"Of course it is. Because I also study knowing what I gave people to drink."

I responded with a smile without any gaps.

On my face, Isotoma nodded without saying anything.

"Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment."

After smiling and saying no, I decided to take those two cups to my apprentices on break.

"Thank you for waiting"

"I really waited. The customer won't let you wait, or is it not the general?

"Sally! You're not a guest!

"... well, yes"

When I took the glass to my two apprentices, Sally said something busy like I was tired of waiting.

And Phil also speaks words that he blames even more.

But I decided not to say anything because Sally's expression was so full of expectations.

Let's put all the messages in this' cocktail '.

"Then Phil has the [screwdriver] I made. Sally has the best possible reproduction of the [screwdriver] you just made."

As I said, I put one glass in front of the two of them.

Each of his brothers and sisters stared delightfully at the glass placed in front of him.

"Um, is money really good or something?

Phil asked me worryingly, but I smiled and responded.

"Oh. Don't tell the customers, but the employees won't be able to do it."

This was the rule at the store where I used to work.

Employees may drink alcohol from the store if they wish to study.

However, I will not allow you to waste that cup.

A store like that would probably be rare.

In other words, you can drink whatever you like.

Of course, if it was to luxury customers at a celebration or because I just wanted to drink, I needed to cut myself.

But if it was a new cocktail development, or if it was constructive enough to get seniors to drink their own cocktails, the decision was to be free to use the liquor in the store.

That was a tremendously appreciated rule for me just thinking about 'cocktails'.

That's not why I wanted to follow it.

I don't want to ask for money from it when it comes to giving it to bartender eggs.

Not to mention this world, unlike Earth.

It's not just a hobby, it could even lead to different places.

There's more to what you want than money.

I sneered and told both of you.

"But both Phil and Sally, from that cocktail, will learn"

"Hey, what is it?

To Phil's frightened voice, I said just a little gentle.

"The 'ratio' and 'technology' that matter to the cocktail, and maybe around 'imagination'"

To the words, Phil and Sally were tilting their necks.

Reflect on talking a little too much. After that, you'll actually feel it.

"Longer foreground, but, well, have a drink first"

I turn my palm and encourage both of you.

While they still looked strange, each contained liquid in their mouth.

Shortly after that, their thoughts popped up at the same time.

"Oh, delicious!

"It's not good!

The opposite sentiment popped up and the siblings stared at each other.

"Sally? It's unusual for you to complain about such a refreshing drink."

"Phil is the one! How dare you appreciate such a fierce drink!

They remembered each other's feelings.

No matter how much amnesia we have, if we are brothers and sisters, we can imagine that we have eaten the same things.

Yet I wondered if this would make a difference in my thoughts with the same drink.

"I told you. Phil has a regular [screwdriver], Sally has Sally's [screwdriver?] Because"

To answer those two questions, I answered.

Each of them turned a skeptical eye to me.

"What do you mean?

"What do you mean?

"I told you first, didn't I? I want you to learn" Ratio. "

Answer the questions that came out of the two of you, slightly pushing them away.

After that, the brothers and sisters looked at each other again and nodded.

And they reached out to each other's glasses.

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(ratio? But you just mixed 'wottapotion' with 'orange juice', right? There must be such a dramatic change......)

Remaining skeptical, Sally took Phil's glass in her hand.

... If you ask me, I felt this one was slightly brighter orange.

(But the mixed ones are the same, and there's such a difference...)

Included in her mouth as she thought, Sally doubted her tongue.

The liquid I just drank was so soft that I didn't think the ingredients were the same.

Orange sweetness and faint acidity, caressing her tongue softly.

The flavor of 'wotta' mixed with the whole thing to give it a warm stimulus.

The gentle tone (servitude), which began with the palate, passes through the throat yet leaves a mildly refreshing finish.

To be honest, there was a flavor there that seemed delicious.

"Hey, what's this! It's weird!

Next to Sally, Phil, who sipped Sally's cocktail in the same way, was raising his voice.

"The flavors are falling apart, and the oranges and vodka are falling apart in separate places. And yet, in the aftertaste, we fight all the time."

"…… yes,"

To Phil's thoughts, Sally answered in a strange way.

And they all looked at the teacher's face.

The total said quietly, as if to do an answer match.

"Phil's a regular [screwdriver]." Votta 45ml "is divided by" Orange ". The Sally one, by contrast, divides' Orange 45ml 'by' Wotta '. That's all, first of all, I think you'll know which claim is stronger."

Said, there was a war running behind Sally's brain.

What did I do when I made a cocktail for a man named Isotoma earlier?

I heard that 'cocktails' are 'potions'.

That's why I thought a lot of 'wotta potion' would be more effective.

And because I thought "cocktails" were "highly effective potions," I used "wotta potions" in large quantities.

"We don't make 'cocktails' without thinking. Its completeness involves' flavor ', and I have the knowledge to make' flavor '. Knowledge of the tongue. So when you think about amateurs and think' more potions would be more effective ', you get burned"

The total said so as to strike out exactly what Sally thought.

But Sally thought in her head to escape there.

Didn't the total deliberately make this tasteless?

Isotoma told me I could do it, and there's no way it's so bad.

"So, the next thing I know, we're talking technology."

Turning to Sally, who was about to overlap excuses in his head, the total said.

"Sally, that's an unmistakable cocktail you made. The ratio is off the [screwdriver] standard"

"... I see. I mean, you just have to remember the portions..."

"─ But that's not the only reason it tastes bad."

Huh?

The total took the glass once from before Sally so as to block Sally's question that

Then, with an appliance called a barspoon, start carefully stirring the contents of the glass.

At first he moved up and down gently and carefully drew a circle wondering if it was done.

(... beautiful move)

I've seen it somewhat inside the counter so far, but from the outside of the counter, it looked remarkable.

A spiral torso sandwiched between the pharmacopoeia and the middle finger twirls around.

The spoon's tall spins at high speeds, thereby crawling around the outer circumference of the glass.

There was no noise but ice, and the apparatus around the body attracted wonder and heart.

When Sally is seen, the operation ends slowly.

Immediately, the total returned a glass to Sally.

"That's the story of 'technology'. Have a drink."

Even if they tell me the whole story, Sally's temper won't go any further.

Earlier, I drank all that piecemeal, unbundled, unsavory stuff.

Is that something that will change to that extent now?

Nevertheless, if you don't drink, the total will never, ever forgive you.

(Oh, no more. I think you've fooled me!

Sally never intended to contain that liquid in her mouth again,

Stunned.

"Hey, why? You were so fragmented earlier!

That was separate from the liquid I drank earlier.

'Wotta' and 'Orange', which were only fighting, were in harmony.

The intensity of the stimulus itself remains, but gently 'orange' envelops it and flows loosely, without damaging the mouth.

If the earlier liquid pierced the fruit of the 'orange' with an 'ice thorn',

This one seemed to have made 'round ice' using 'orange' fruit juice.

Sally's tongue, regrettably, even felt that liquid was' delicious'.

"That's the difference in technology."

As if to try something about Sally.

The whole thing was cold, I told him.

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