Ding!
The two stem glasses lightly clinked against each other.
The old Neanderthal man tilted his head back and downed half a glass of red wine in one go, smacking his lips and making a tsk-tsk sound, but he shook his head.
"Apart from having a higher alcohol content, it's still not as good as my blueberry wine."
The old man was honest, calling it like he saw it, never going against his own heart.
This evaluation took Hanna Gagar by surprise. She put down her stem glass and said earnestly, "Can I try it?"
She looked toward the small garden enveloping the energy tower and found the lush blueberry bushes, where the temperature and humidity were both very pleasant, no different from a real greenhouse or warm shed.
While conducive to plant growth, these conditions weren't necessarily good for fruit setting.
As if sensing Hanna Gagar's skepticism, Barut nodded and said, "Of course, please wait a moment!"