Bite your tongue, I've never given you anything that didn't get you drunk. [ Even if at times that resorted to mixing alchemical solvents with whatever would cut the taste. He'll find somewhere to plunk his ass down and set the mugs and bottles down beside him, working the cork out -- with claws, no less. Finally good for something. The first one he gets open is alcoholic enough to pick up on even from a distance. ]

Seadog's got all kinds of crap sitting on the back shelves. Some of it's even gone magical. Maybe we should set a still up in the basement, start making our own booze.