Flavorings? She supposes someone's got to want to drink it for the taste. She's personally not of a mind to care, but you know, it's nice that Sam wants to try. Sam seems nice, which normally sets off alarm bells in her head. No one's nice without reason for it.

It's not like she won't figure it out, hanging around her as long as she intends to.

"Who taught you? Don't suppose you come from a family of brewers." There's a quirk of her lips that says she's joking, she's not expecting a life story here. Just chatting while the buzz settles into her bones.