You drink what's inside it. You don't eat the glass.
[Saki trades the napkin for the closest rag and kneels, starting to pick up the broken bits of glass now sprayed on the floor. She stands up again when done, carefully wrapping the rag's edges around the glass fragments.]
action;
[Saki trades the napkin for the closest rag and kneels, starting to pick up the broken bits of glass now sprayed on the floor. She stands up again when done, carefully wrapping the rag's edges around the glass fragments.]
It's good, right?