[It doesn't take long before Wendy is coming back, tugging along some poor hapless soul she's pulled from right outside the bar. Her ribbon has been tied around his eyes.]

Ta da! Here's a volunteer willing to try our best drink guessing game! So, it's just like I told you, Mister: try three drinks, and if you can guess which one belongs to this bar, it's on the house!

[Yes, she knows there's only one drink, but the pointed look she gives the bartender says he better hustle and put on two more. But this way it all works out, right? It's good publicity, fun, still gets feedback on the drinks, no one actually loses, no one has to realize they're drinking boozed up eggs... and Otabek doesn't make a questionable life choice.]

[Still, she's glancing up at him, trying to gauge his reaction.]