Lisa looked up when she heard the bartender's voice, and she smiled back at him. Nice guy, she remembered. "I'll take a--" She stopped, realising she still didn't bloody know what her beer of choice was called. If she didn't know better, she'd think Isaac had purposely avoided telling her. "Well, hell. I don't suppose you bartender types share notes when it comes to the drinks of your regulars, do you?" she joked.
She thought for a moment of how to best describe it. "Cask ale. Dark and strong? If you've got more than one of those, then I guess I'll just have to sample them all."