She glances down to them, and murmurs quickly, in Meese Cauf, "It's all right."
The assurance doesn't stop her from being hesitant about what she does next, yet she takes the bottle, still held tight between her hands, and holds it out toward the tentacles. The tentacles don't attempt to press her hands away. They first brush against the bottle's edges, tapping at the glass, at the topper, and then motioning for Hera to rotate the bottle, as the deep blue wine swirls slightly inside of it. And then, the tentacles slowly wrap themselves around the bottle.
It lasts a few seconds, and then, the tentacles retreat back behind the booth.
"Verification complete," the droid says. "Product is authentic. Trade or currency? We have three bottles of similar quality available."
"Currency," Hera says, and the droid answers this promptly -
"Eighty-five wupiupi."
She raises an eyebrow. "Two hundred," she counters.
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The assurance doesn't stop her from being hesitant about what she does next, yet she takes the bottle, still held tight between her hands, and holds it out toward the tentacles. The tentacles don't attempt to press her hands away. They first brush against the bottle's edges, tapping at the glass, at the topper, and then motioning for Hera to rotate the bottle, as the deep blue wine swirls slightly inside of it. And then, the tentacles slowly wrap themselves around the bottle.
It lasts a few seconds, and then, the tentacles retreat back behind the booth.
"Verification complete," the droid says. "Product is authentic. Trade or currency? We have three bottles of similar quality available."
"Currency," Hera says, and the droid answers this promptly -
"Eighty-five wupiupi."
She raises an eyebrow. "Two hundred," she counters.