[ Reynir watches, with a lopsided smile, as the sheep omves to the table, getting its legs up on it (and that is, perhaps, his first little sign that something is not quite right here - not that a sheep would never behave that way, but it is a little atypical). He keeps observing, indulgent and amused - until the creature goes for the wine. ]
Whoa, there, buddy! Pretty sure you're not old enough for that stuff.
[ And he gently lifts the sheep away from the table, setting it back with all hooves on the ground again. Fortunately, there is a mostly-empty bowl with hunks of green melon in it, and a pitcher of water. Reynir moves the fruit and fills it with water, settling it down on the ground and beaming at the sheep friend. ]
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Whoa, there, buddy! Pretty sure you're not old enough for that stuff.
[ And he gently lifts the sheep away from the table, setting it back with all hooves on the ground again. Fortunately, there is a mostly-empty bowl with hunks of green melon in it, and a pitcher of water. Reynir moves the fruit and fills it with water, settling it down on the ground and beaming at the sheep friend. ]
There you go.
[ Responsible parenting. ]