Re: Clint & Duma
He smiled broadly at the idea that Clint, as his new friend called himself, never wanted to be complicated. He could appreciate that. Yes, sniffing it probably was a little weird but he didn't care one way or another. He sipped the beer, scrunching up his nose as he let the taste settle in his mouth before swallowing. He wasn't sure he liked it but he'd drink it anyway.
//This is my first. I don't know what you mortals do,// he signed after putting his glass down, //This plane is very foreign to me.//