[So, what protest does he have to make against his first beer? None at all, really — he’s quite curious in general, regarding its taste. It’s not like he’s unfamiliar with the stuff, after all, especially living with Hank, who sometimes drinks like a fish.
And so, he tilts the glass up to his lips, and takes a long, deep drink. He swallows and—
His brow furrows, placing the glass on the counter. Oh. Okay. A frown twists at his expression.]
It’s… interesting. Bitter. [He searches his mind for proper descriptors, but not being to attribute very many to taste due to his inexperience, none really comes to mind.] I think. I think that’s what bitter tastes like, I mean.
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[So, what protest does he have to make against his first beer? None at all, really — he’s quite curious in general, regarding its taste. It’s not like he’s unfamiliar with the stuff, after all, especially living with Hank, who sometimes drinks like a fish.
And so, he tilts the glass up to his lips, and takes a long, deep drink. He swallows and—
His brow furrows, placing the glass on the counter. Oh. Okay. A frown twists at his expression.]
It’s… interesting. Bitter. [He searches his mind for proper descriptors, but not being to attribute very many to taste due to his inexperience, none really comes to mind.] I think. I think that’s what bitter tastes like, I mean.