"Nah," he agrees, turning to the brightly colored liqueurs at the end of the bar, mouth moving on automatic as his brain focused on the problem of Picking A Good Drink For The Pretty Girl. "There's enough bitter out there." Sweet but not too sweet, nothing sticky or chemical-tasting... Ah. "Gettin' something sweet in you sounds like a good idea."

The drink he sets in front of her is a soft green, and bubbles gently. It's a hefty shot -- more like two shots -- of the brilliantly green liquor Midori, mixed with lemon-lime soda. "One melon soda, for the lady."