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Bjorn Berg Bjorn deposited his coat on the chair next to him. "Same as me. Two firewhiskeys coming right up." He strode off to the counter and returned in a few minutes, two bottles in his hands. He set one before Erik and took a swig of his own. Sighing in a satisfied manner, he said "Best stuff for a cold day like this."
Bjorn registered the formality. With a shooing motion, he said, "Nonsense. Just Bjorn to you." He smiled warmly. "The debate. Yes, I am quite... pleased with the outcome." His thoughts went to the vial of Babbling Beverage he had Vanished earlier. "You did marvelously, of course. That whole 'A Vote for Vinteren' line! Couldn't have scripted it better myself!" Which meant this man was a natural.
How much to tell..? Could he trust Erik to keep quiet about certain events? "As for some of the others.. That Schirmer made a prat of herself, if you ask me. Couldn't stop talking..." A gleam in his eye was hinting at the purpose behind this. Would Erik ask, was he suspicious?
"Mhm," was all Erik had to say to that. He still wasn't sure whether to trust this Bjorn or not, so he was being tight-lipped for now. At least the firewhiskey was sealed, so he could believe the man hadn't done anything to it. Erik cracked open the bottle with an appreciative nod and took a refreshing sip.
All right, drinks aside. It was time to talk business. He smiled at the compliment and nodded again.
"Vhank you." Was that a tone of surprise in Berg's voice? The man needed to have some
faith here. Erik was no novice to the world of politics.
He took another swig of firewhiskey and twitched an eyebrow upon hearing Schirmer called a prat.
"It vorked in her favour though. Maybe the voters vant an honest answer, regardless of how long-vinded it is." The way Bjorn pointed out Schirmer's talkativeness had the wheels in Erik's mind going at full steam...or the cogs, as his fellow candidate might say.
He was curious. The blonde leaned in toward the table, shielding his mouth from view with the hand that held his firewhiskey.
"It vasn't like her to talk so much," he said in a low voice. Or so everything he'd read and encountered about the female candidate said.
"You vouldn't happen to have any ideas as to vhat caused that, now vould you?"