I say “sorry” to the Sage.
Seconds later, I say “sorry” again.
Not long after “Sorry. I hate bloody hiccoughs.”
“Oh damn. Sorry.”
(goes to fetch water. Drinks from the wrong side of glass.)
“*hic* Damn, now I need to go to the loo.”
Return. Fetch more water. Drink from the wrong side of glass. Drink deeply, so that I’m almost upside-down.