[Years of societal breakdown have given Shun a less than standard viewpoint on drinking laws, and that's ignoring all the other factors that could be in play in a place like this. It'd be one thing if she looked like she was ready to go on a bender, but one sip isn't worth more fuss than the general warning of "are you really sure you want to deal with whatever madness they've created in those glasses".

When she asks that question, he gives a faint, almost amused sound, and the answer he gives doesn't leave much to question regarding which of the Shores he's a resident of.]

There's not much left to disbelieve in a place like this. If I can't be sure a drink would've even existed in your world or time, and some don't have the memories to be sure of it themselves, it's nothing surprising.

[Still, it probably calls for a concession.] I can try for one that doesn't smell like it'd take the head off even an experienced drinker.