[Nearly six months in this godawful place and he still hasn't heard it all. What is that, some kind of ID card?]

No, it's just a - they have all kinds of drinks. No bartenders except ourselves and sometimes some bored spirits that live in the stockroom. What kind of place is America, anyway? I mean, I've heard about it, but you're too young to drink there?

[Crazy talk. Lots of kids discover ale by eight or so on the backwater islands, but surely by fifteen, anyone would be old enough, and this guy looks older than that.]