"I don't see why not," Titus relented, taking a moment to properly put away his things. He did not want to risk one of Hadrians wayward beasts ruining his stuff. "What kind of drinks do you have?"

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“You pick a country on that globe,” Hadrian said, nodding at one on the side (because why do things the dull way, when one could do them with flair?), “and I’ll introduce you to their best refreshments.”

Titus wasn’t wrong; beyond all the plants and creatures and natural wonders he had come across in his years of travelling, he had also racked up quite the collection of alcoholic drinks.

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set by bee!

Titus could pick his battles now and then and saw no reason to deny his brother a bit of whimsy. He went over to the globe and gave it a good spin. He stopped it with his finger and looked to see which country they had ended up. "Ah, Asia," he informed the other.

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