She takes the dwarven ale, and takes a long, deep swallow. "I still metabolize it like I'm full-sized, so it takes more than I can possibly drink to get drunk, unless I want to."<br/><br/>"No, nothing in particular," she lies. "Mostly just curious what you were planning with him. And wondering what it all means, what the enemy is planning, ultimately. I mean, they all have to be tied into it, right? You too."