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She rolls her eyes in response to his teasing. Typical younger brother behavior. Normally it would annoy her, but it's been so long since she's dealt with it that she actually rather likes it. It makes her a little more fond of the legionnaire, or at least cements how much she enjoys his company.

"I trust your judgement," she answers with a smile. It's not exactly the same as trusting him, but it's a big step in the right direction.

Once they have their ales, Amelia leads them to a small, standing-room-only style table. She offers her mug for a toast, and to clink if he'd like. "To new friends sharing the joys of the oldest of traditions. And to meeting every challenge offered." She gives him a small smirk before raising the mug to her lips and taking a swig. It's a nice smooth ale with a faint hint of nuts, which Amelia finds really enjoyable. Don't mind her if all of that ale disappears in such a short period of time...