((OOC: Sorry about the wig. It’s new and needs to be fixed.))
I know the answer, but I can’t stop laughing.
No. I don’t drink! Pffft. What would give you the idea that I drink? I mean, I own that tavern, so I need to be responsible and make sure I maintain order and keep everyone having a good time.
Even if I did drink, there’s no drink on Earth that could get me absolutely uncontrollably drunk! After all, I am Gaston, and no one handles their booze like Gaston!
What are you talking about?
LOOK AT THIS HEALTHY BEARD
BEGGING TO BE GROWN
However, I do prefer to be clean shaven.
And so do the ladies!
You don’t always have to be sweet and lovey dovey all the time. You can be the assholes to each other and be mean. That’s when you know there is comfortability. Making fun of each other, calling mean names, abusing each other. Abusing as in joking around. The playful fighting. That’s another way to show love.
Or being braggadocios and pompous while secretly loving the fact that your chosen wife is an introvert and a bookworm and wears the same dress into town every single damn day.