Alice pushes the cup away, brows set and mouth twisted into a discouraged frown. In reply, "It's not worth it."
THUMP. A suddenly very limp and ohysically apathetic Emeric falls backward across the table with his legs hanging off the edge. Miraculously, the food and drink aren't spilled because they're not there anymore.
"Nothing means anything to me, so nothing has inherent worth. Nothing is worth it. So give me something."
