[ Okay, that gets an eyebrow raise out of Eric. He's seen a lot, but never a six foot tall mouse that walked upright and talked. ]
Root beer.
[And drank root beer.]
I think I can manage that.
[And he does, reaching down in the cooler to pull out a bottle of root beer. He pops the cap on it and pulls a cold mug out. Both go on the bar in front of the mouse.