Trillen thought this over for a minute. He did not really want milk or juice. Cider was okay, but he was used to getting that cold more than hot. So that left wine and ale. After only a few more seconds thinking, he spoke up. "Ale please if that is okay. And I am still a little stunned at my good fortune." Picking up the water, he took a small sip of it so his mouth would stop being so dry. He didn't want to make a mistake. While he was sure the tongues would still wag no matter what, let them have a hard time finding ammo. But it was all so different actually eating here instead of being the one to serve instead. Not too much different, but he felt as if all eyes were on him. That probably wasn't the case, but that is still what it felt like.