What's that do, make it taste bad? [ 'bad' being relative, and andyr's face scrunches up some, with a frown. ] Well, worse.

[ andyr's never tried to drink ethanol, but that's what he'd liken the taste of bucky's vodka to. or like he was trying to sterilize himself from the inside out. he shakes his head after a moment, clearing the memory of bucky and his demon vodka. ]

I'll take your word for it, 'til I can find something easier to swallow.

[ champagne - he keeps the word in mind. not that he doesn't know what it is, but there's a few million different kinds of alcohol even before factoring in alien stuff.

that awkward smile grows a bit more confident, a laugh even springing from him for the commentary, and andyr seems to be relaxing some. enjoying conversation, even. will wonders never cease? ]

Glad we're starting off with the bar set low.