"My aim with a slingshot is superlative, but I've yet to try flame. Although, I've seen schematics for a flamethrowing weapon that looked absolutely fascinating to build. I'm just not sure who I'd give it to, to wield it. It would have to be someone fire-resistant and also sensible enough not to start burning down forests and farmlands."

Being still very much Barcus Wroot, in spite of the urge to bite people, he is half inclined to start exuberantly telling Bel all about how to build a flamethrower. Fortunately, the question of how his drink tastes interrupts that train of thought (for now). "It's very nice. It's smooth going down but there's a peppery nip to it, almost as an aftertaste, and it lingers. Feels like it's making my teeth itch. I keep wanting to bite...things."

And people. Mostly people. His gaze lingers on Bel for a moment, and then he clears his throat, blushing subtly. "If you'd like to try, you're welcome to have a sip of mine."