"Like a bird and a cat mated, with blue and green colors," he offered, trying to figure out a good way to describe a peakitten. Peacocks weren't exactly something he was specifically familiar with.

Thing was, for all the monsters on his world, normal creatures felt few and far between. Perhaps that was why he had taken Rinoa's strange pet so easily in stride.

What was interesting, though, was the way the man seemed so much more eager with the idea of some form of inebriation.

"Are you looking for alcohol just to get drunk? Because seems sort of a waste of time and effort given this place seems a bit more immediately focused on survival through the winter."