"Whiskey." Valkyrie nodded, accepting that as the drink for the night. She turned on her stool to lean back against the bar to look over Pancho's, her eyes narrowing. She glanced at Ben for a moment, smiling just a little. She hadn't meant to be dressed up to much; the outfit had simply been waiting for her.
"Earth's alcohol is well enough. Ta-kee-la works better. This?" She lifted her glass in a cheers. "This isn't bad. If you drink enough. I would rather something from Asgard." She shrugged. "There are other planets that make much harder. Have to drink more of the Earth stuff."
She took a sip, no coughing or hacking. It was more than drinkable. She took another ship. "A proper mead or ale. Have you ever had any?"