[He takes it, and it probably looks comically small in his hands. He doesn't sit, still, looking it over. Some things stick out to him - gnomes have drinks? but then he chuckles at cactus juice apparently being a drink. clearly not Durotar's cacti, or humans are even lighter than he thought. But all of these seem more fruity, light, or airy than he's intending right now.
He could just get something mundane, but if he's to be subjugated to this bar for a while, he might as well see how rightly they deserve his resentment. He closes it and sets it down, surprisingly gently]
I shall have your Tradewind to start. I expect I'kk try more before night's end.
[And then he finally takes a seat--- which creeks a bit under his weight/bulk]
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He could just get something mundane, but if he's to be subjugated to this bar for a while, he might as well see how rightly they deserve his resentment. He closes it and sets it down, surprisingly gently]
I shall have your Tradewind to start. I expect I'kk try more before night's end.
[And then he finally takes a seat--- which creeks a bit under his weight/bulk]