[He definitely appreciates her attitude towards all this. There's nothing quite like being able to kick back, have a drink, and relax. He almost laughs at how quickly she just takes it and drinks it down, knowing full well how powerful Fire-Water really is. He leans over to open both of their ginger ales, offering a can to her to chase that shot with so it doesn't linger on the tongue for too long.]

I'm glad to hear it. Fontaine liquor doesn't hold a candle to the Fire-Water of Snezhnaya...I'm actually surprised to hear that you enjoyed it. Most find it a little too strong for their tastes.

[That being said, once his hand is free of the ginger ale can, he pours himself another anyway. Down the hatch it goes, followed by a swig of his own ginger ale.]

Ahhhh...I found out the hard way myself. I had an uncle give me some at a family gathering when I was young, because I kept vehemently asking to try some just because I saw all the other adults doing it. I've never been met with immediate regret quicker in my life.

[He laughs, sipping on his drink a little more. Warmth floods his features, reminiscing on old times like this. It makes him miss his homeland, but he quickly shakes himself out of it. He can't get all wishy-washy about home right now, not with such an important matter to discuss.]