Reno nodded at the further information about Yako's bartending. Made sense enough. Actually, he more latched on to the other part of that sentence.
"Forgot you cook," he commented with a vague smile. His own cooking skills got about as far as boiling water before they turned disastrous. As for the question of his own preference, actually that green thing was catching his curiosity. He grabbed a shot glass and filled it part way from the bottle of the unidentifiable liquid, peering at it skeptically before downing the contents of the glass. Whatever it was, it had a vaguely fruity taste, though nothing he could identify, and was decently strong.
"Not bad, actually." He poured a small amount into another glass and shoved it toward Yako. "Opinion?"