"You don't strike me as a stout.  They're too...bleh.  Too much molasses.  Granted, you don't get that terrible taste of too many hops - I fucking<em>hate</em>hoppy beers - but they're not without their problems."  I fidgeted a little, shifting the red cloak and hood that had been part of my attire since...well, basically forever, right?  I mean, red was a nice color, and the one that had been left for me in that closet with the other clothes that had been initially procured for me was pretty nice.  "Does anything that exists in my world exist here?  There's a really great beer - it's a lager, I think - called the Tomb of Pharaohs.  Done by this...Armada?  They're a company in the northeast.  Coffee seems to be more my jam now, but..."  I shrugged.<br/><br/>"And yeah, you're welcome to stay."  Then my body decided to remind me it was somewhat slightly horny.  "I mean...you're not easily squicked out, right?"  It dawned on me that maybe that was why I'd fidgeted that bit - I was still getting that 'insert coins here' feeling in my striped panties.