Never let it be said that Thor turned down an opportunity for food or drink, especially shared with a new friend. "Certainly," he agrees with a broad smile, and swivels back to the terminal only briefly to log out before getting to his feet. "Will payment be needed?" He doesn't usually carry anything on him, but he knows where he can get his hands on some valuables. The Grandmaster's tastes may be good for something after all.

He chuckles at her comments. "Yes, a proper brew may take a great deal of time and attention to perfect. The finest vintages of our ales have been aged for a thousand years, though those are usually reserved for special occasions."