Prompt: Cider
A mug was pressed suddenly into Macbeth's hands with a brisk, "Here," and by instinct, the man took it. Erza smiled self-satisfactorily and walked away from Macbeth without any further attempt to converse with him, which was both a blessing and a mild irritant all on its own.
He stared into the depths of the warm, strongly scented drink – curious about the contents, but somewhat unwilling to accept an offering from Erza without some wariness. Where had she even pulled the mug – let alone the drink contents – from?
After a few minutes, Macbeth gave into temptation, and found the drink to be rather pleasant, after all.