Deepholm stout?  Well why not?  She grabbed the heavy stein, and brought the heavy, foamy concoction to her lips.  It was good, strong and indeed heavy, and as she drank the foamy spillover spilled down her dark body, white foam against obsidian skin, looking distinctly like another white substance that she was used to handling in a similar way regularly.  Of course it was only semi-intentional; she suspected the man filled the mug like that on purpose, not that she minded!<br/><br/>"Ah!  Quite good!  And if you think I'm going to refuse having a lovely lady in a hot, sticky white dress not escort me you're quite mistaken." she said as she hopped down from the bar with her mug, making her way over to Dawn and putting her free hand upon the woman's buttocks, giving it a squeeze "Would you be so kind, honey?  It's so dark in there I think I need the light of Dawn to find my way..."<br/><br/>And off to visit Master Flint's!