[The Kid stared at her clawed hand for a few seconds, a momentary lapse of curiosity overtaking him as he raised his own hand just to compare the sizes...not that there was much a comparison to make. As quickly as it had come, it was gone and he turned on his heel with a gesture for the newcomer to follow. He made his way over to the Distillery...it looked a little different than what he remembered, but the Spirits were where they always had been; thank goodness for small favors he supposed.

He dug around for a few moments before pulling out a bottle shaped like oddly stacked bricks that was filled with a light clay colored liquid which he held out to his new companion.]

Here. Cinderbrick Stout's heavy stuff, sticks in yer system like a rock; if you're looking t'get wasted and stay wasted, this is the stuff fer it.