"Given most of the houses don't have either, keep it up," he says, rolling his eyes. "And you've come in on the end of the snow so..." He glances at her, snorting. "No. No beer, though someone makes a liquor that you can get in the kitchen with a strong kick."

Of course he's tasted it. A few times. Just to see how it comes out.

He sighs, strolling along as he considers how to talk about this. "Okay, in fairness? You won't. Only two people know about it and he won't talk, he admits. "I found myself enamored of a gentleman, and I thought it was mutual. Sadly, it turns out he was caught up between two others, and using me as a distraction. I'll get over it," he says, shrugging, still trying to dismiss it.