Saxsice winces, shoulders scrunching up towards her ears as she turns on her toes towards the main house. "Don't remind me. Every time I eat it, makes me sick as a dog." Hah. "Drinkin' it's even worse, but you know how sometimes you just gotta live on the edge and mainline some Swiss Miss?" One last headshake, then she's bumping her elbow companiable against his, naturally affectionate and effusive, but cautious.

"Yeah, it's a big wide world out there, sugar. If you can taste it, there's liquor flavored like it. Apple pie shots are cider, juice, some cinnamon and a shitton of Everclear." She sips at the juice she'd taken from him, humming again at the sharp, sweet flavor of it. "I dunno a lot about good food, but I know good drinks, and this place does it's drinks right. I bet whatever you eat's gonna kick ass."

Tilting her head, she smiles, bright teeth sharp. "I'm Saxsice. Tell me bout what kinda food they got where you're from, punkin."