As she approached, Kharon was peering through the bottom of a glass and muttering to himself about how awful the dishwashers were to let this one go out. He glanced to the side to Imelda, smiling slightly as he set the glass beneath the counter.

"'pends a lot on what yer preferences are. I like 'em a lil' on th' stronger side, so I can attest to th' 'aviation' cocktail, but y'can't go wrong with somethin' like a good daiquiri or a bloody mary. Ya interested in strong? Sweet?"

He looks over the various liquor bottles on the table, "I'm prolly not th' best one t'ask on where to start. Th' glory of mixin' means ya can always wing it an' try anythin' that catches yer eye an' see if it sticks, if yer that adventurous."