"She's destroying your beer," Kratos told Djeheuty in response to the question that had been posed. It would be up to the Egyptian to decide whether that fell under behaving herself or not, since he was the one that knew his friend. Ninkasi.
Though she had provided him with a substitute, complaining that what he'd had was old. Kray had liked what he'd had though. So he wasn't sure how well this was going to go. But it seemed rude not to sample what she'd offered, so he lifted the cup to his lips and took a sip.
Then a much longer swallow. And another. The difference between what he'd been drinking and what he was drinking now was like the difference between the sun at dusk and at noontime. The flavors were brighter, richer, better. The beer was better.
With awe in his voice, Kray blurted out, "You're my new best friend."