"It actually tastes pretty good. I thought it would have a stinky foot odor, but it doesn't." Bobbobovic looked at Richard and recommended, "Richard, do you want to try it?"
At that moment, Richard was scooping a spoonful of mushroom soup and putting it in his mouth, swallowing it in one gulp. He looked at Bobbobovic, shook his head, and declined with a meaningful refusal.
"Suit yourself then." Bobbobovic took another sip, suddenly thought of something, turned to the tavern owner who hadn't yet left the door, and asked curiously, "By the way, owner, I wanted to ask you, why is this drink called Toe Rum?
Compared to regular rum, it's very refreshing, not unpleasant, and there's nothing odd about a stinky foot smell, so why is it called Toe Rum?"
"Uh..." The tavern owner, ready to leave, stopped in his tracks, turned around stiffly, and under Bobbobovic's curious gaze, gave an awkward smile and tried to respond in a gentle, non-offensive tone, "Sir, because it's made with toes."
