"They are actually not so little." He gestured towards the far side of the pub where there was a green man playing some game with a round deck of cards, piercings all along his ears.

But as for the drink. "Sure. Save me some emeralds. I like Vodka."

"You were really born in 2008? A very good friend of mine here? He comes from centuries after a nuclear war." He gushed with approval when he spoke of Boone, though, still grateful for having been saved.