"Is... Your Excellency drunk?" Hanna asked with a worried face.
I snorted. "Not at all. Sorry, that was a strange thing to ask out of nowhere," I chuckled while looking around.
I saw Lapia and Alyssa some distance away. They were talking and walking while holding hands.
Bonte, Bromisnar, and Elena were chatting and laughing about something near the stage.
Thelea and a few other Goliaths were conversing next to some tables with food.
"Is the alcohol any good, Your Excellency?" the Ork inquired, then sipped her drink.
I nodded. "It's pretty good," I replied and turned to her.
She hummed. "I never understood the appeal of it, to be honest."
I shrugged. "I like the taste. Our good friend here," I gestured at the bartender behind us, "makes it taste even better."
The man nodded. "Thank you," he said with a smile.
"There are more preferences than colors, after all," Hanna pointed out and finished her drink.
