[The shiny blue paint drink is terrible, and yet he's still sipping at it like maybe it will get better on subsequent sips - perhaps it's an acquired taste, in the sense that he'll be so put off by the end of it that he'll almost miss it! Maybe!

No, he hates it, he's literally pushing the glass away and picking up one that looks more like a drink he's seen before, or at least a Dark Liquid With Weird Garnish, which surely will contain no glitter or paint taste.]

If you open a bar of your own, I will be first in line to sample anything but these. Cheers.

[He lifts the Dark Liquid, the name of which he'd remember if he'd been aware of ordering it ten minutes ago, and it's... better. Much better than blue paint. He hums and holds the glass up briefly again, as if to indicate that this one is Not Bad(!), then looks down at the menu.]

Any good tavern would have already offered me a hot meal... [is there Food here.] Well, we only had the one tavern on the island, but! Even so.