There's a distinct clunking gear noise as he tries to get his head around it. "That does sound... Unideal?"

Teasing: "I don't know. I think you'd make a cute little baby bird."

"It's very difficult to do... Doctor things as a baby bird." Mmm, yep, that's the wine hitting.

"Well, you're not supposed to do doctor things in Nirvana. You're supposed to fly around and contemplate how everything is okay." 

"But there are things that are not okay!" THERE IS SMALLPOX AS AN ACTIVE PROBLEM.

"Maybe you just haven't spent enough time as a baby bird!" Dancing Lights, nose boop. "I would pet you. With your tiny feathers. They would be so soft."

"I'm not sure that would be very educational," he says in a tone that sounds like he would enjoy it nonetheless.

"Want to try one of the other bottles?"

Sober Bun has many reasons not to get more drunk. Drunk Bun thinks Sober Bun is really missing the point here. "May as well."

"The Duke of Phandos is my father."

He's not sure how to respond to that. "C...ongratulations?"

"So I want to drink up his fancy wine." He sounds a little bit bitter. 

"I'm sure he would be fine with sharing his wine with family," he says, in a tone of 'if he isn't, that's a character flaw and also his problem now.'

"Exactly what I was thinking," he says. Vengeance is Chaotic, because Calistria, but probably also Evil, he's known more than enough people who got a promotion and destroyed everyone who crossed them. Maybe it's Neutral, Calistria is Neutral. But if the followers of Iomedae do as much revenge as Chelish people do they're much subtler about it.

He wants to drink up his horrible father's horrible wine that cost enough to keep his mother from going hungry for a year.

Is resentment Evil.

He's too drunk for ethical philosophy.

Bun is also too drunk for ethical philosophy. All his brain has room for is being distracted by how attractive Tanidio is and how bizarre the last two days have been.

"I'm going to cure smallpox," he says in a small voice, right on the edge of wonder and terror.

"You're going to cure smallpox! You should be proud of that," says Tanidio, who is too drunk for subtle attempts at corruption.

He had gotten into Bun's personal space to pour him another cup of wine and then sort of never left it.

He's leaning on Tanidio without thinking about it. "I haven't done it yet! And I didn't come up with it, I'm just-- borrowing it." Tanidio is right there and he could kiss him, but first it's very important that he explains how medicine works. For reasons. Medicine is very important and people should know lots about it. Especially Tanidio. "It's a lot of what medicine is. Someone learns something, and other people build on it, or put it into practice. And then you can catch murderers and make sure their babies are born safe and help people survive car crashes. ... You don't have cars. Horse crashes."

He laughs. "I don't think horses crash either!"

"People fall off them and get hurt? And need help?" Tanidio is so very leanable.

"And you can fix them up! With medicine!"

In Elysium, an empyreal lord patches up the fallen in the endless war against Hell--

In a household in Tian Xia, the father gives a stranger hospitality, and she shakes his hand and says that she can give him a little something for his cough, the cough that he doesn't know is tuberculosis--

In the Mwangi Expanse, a woman powders a bark into a tonic, and offers it to those sick with bad air--

--and somewhere that is everywhere and nowhere, a being that is not quite a god turns to Cheliax and listens.

"I can! I can help them not die, or make sure they heal better so it heals right and doesn't hurt, or I can stop them from getting sick in the first place, or--

--I don't keep track of how many lives I've saved, because I'm a medical examiner and it gets. Depressing. And you can never really know, but-- it's good to know there are some people who are alive, or alive and not in pain, because you knew how to help them."

"Why does it get depressing?"

"Medical examiners find out why someone died. Sometimes there was nothing you could have done. Sometimes there was something you could have done, but you weren't able to and it's too late. -- Sometimes they were murdered and the police can't be bothered and you just hope the murderer doesn't end up killing anyone else."

"The police are supposed to prosecute wrongdoers! That's part of the whole idea of Law," he says fervently and leaving aside the details of the local definition of 'wrong.'