[Stan returns to his room after the trial, very briefly.
When he comes out again, he's got a bottle in one fist and two held carefully in the other hand. He takes them all into the kitchen, pours himself a glass, and then takes a bottle out on a quest to find everyone else. Regardless of personal connection, he's disinclined to hoard his good fortune just now, and he'll approach anyone to lift it with a grim not-quite-smile.]
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When he comes out again, he's got a bottle in one fist and two held carefully in the other hand. He takes them all into the kitchen, pours himself a glass, and then takes a bottle out on a quest to find everyone else. Regardless of personal connection, he's disinclined to hoard his good fortune just now, and he'll approach anyone to lift it with a grim not-quite-smile.]
Hey. You wanna drink?