And it's a damn shame too. See, there's been a mix up with the deliveries.

[As they approach the bar, Zelos breaks away again to swing around the bar and produce three bottles of beer from under the counter, placing them on the wooden surface with a clink. He's not usually one for beer, growing up in high society giving him slightly more expensive taste, but for something like this beer seems just the ticket.]

We've got way too much so you'll have to help us drink it.