Mitch & Allison H.
That got a laugh out of Mitch. "Be careful or I might just take you up on that offer," he said. "Because honestly, some of the beer I could end up with? Not as good as I'd like. Though to be fair, I'm pretty sure Irina and Rebekah would kill a few people if any of the alcohol wasn't good."
He didn't know either woman, mind you, but it was hard to be in Madison Valley and not at least know about them. Especially Irina's temper.
Which clearly just meant that if, by some freak occurrence the beer wasn't good? He'd damn well keep that to himself.