Incy just shrugged his shoulders a little bit. One corner of his mouth curled upwards in something of a smile, and when he shook his head, his curls bobbed around. They were getting far too unruly for their own good, but Innocencio wasn't much for haircuts. Especially without Mother Willow to remind him.
"It doesn't matter, really," he replied. "the tree, I guess." A natural choice for him, but then, he liked all dew wines. Perhaps because he wasn't one of those pallet snobs who talked about body and bouquet the way some humans did about wine. He just liked the taste.
As he watched the bartender pour, Incy rooted around in his pocket, searching for money. The Fort took both human currencies and Faerie ones, and Incy had the former on him. The result of helping teach a faun that morning how to use Euros. He counted some out into his hand.