Lee's being awfully inquisitive about drinking, isn't she? "How much mead exactly?" Alastair parrots, almost nonplussed. "That would be a bit difficult to say, wouldn't it? Depends on the mead, how much I've eaten, if there's anything else in m'system -- potions, whatnot." For all of his griping, he is gazing at Lee with a very wide smile.

"But in estimation, it'll be during my second that I'll get a bit loopy. Third, and I'll be rolling on the floor." Don't ask about him having a forth. "Ale's different, though. An' cider, they're both much weaker. Mead's more like wine, an' that can be quite a kick to the head."

Alastair has almost cleared through this tankard, though, now that he's looking down into the bottom of it. He glances over at Lee once again. "Y'sure you don't wanna try it?" He imagines she will like cider better, but who could possibly not like mead?