I was lucky enough to miss that debate; if the god of beauty participates, you don't put yourself in the running. Seems a little unfair, if you ask me.

Thanks. ( taking up his cup, he's polite enough not to outright sniff the pulque. tezacatlipoca is casual enough that kaladin doesn't think he'd mind. storms, he'd probably think an outright insult of the liquor was funny. still, it'd feel wrong, and he wasn't raised to be rude. )

If you call it metoctli, so will I. It's difficult getting used to the pronunciation of your language, but that's no excuse not to try.

( his first sip goes well. kaladin has had worse and better drinks. orange wine, commonly drunk by him, is sweet and gingery. if it were mixed in with a beer derived from fermented grain, it may be the closest analogue. the texture is the hardest part to accept, clinging to his tongue and throat after he swallows. )

That's... interesting, ( he says, clearing his throat. the cup is lifted to acknowledge tezcatlipoca's own drink. a subtle "cheers." )

The metoctli, not—Well, your history is, too. So far, you've shown me a level head, Tez. Are you suggesting your family is derelict in their duties? Or... mad, perhaps?