"Given the amount anything will do the job." Valkyrie laughed softly, taking another sip of their current choice in alcohol. She turned to Ben, her knees lightly brushing along his leg somewhat. She took another sip; she'd definitely need a new drink soon. Would he be willing to catch or keep up?
"Not as many as others." Her head tilted toward their bartender. It really wasn't that much of a secret as far as she knew. Carol was something of an intergalactic hero. "But, I've been on a few. Met others from many worlds, and some of them remembered how to make drinks from their home worlds." She gave a slight shrug.
"Some of it better, some of it worse. All of it meant to get you very lost in the cups." She laughed softly, finishing what was in her glass. "Ta-kee-la. Or mead." She had noticed that Carol wasn't staying close, but she didn't think much of it. The woman seemed to be working the bar, which was a little strange.
"If we had something Asgard, you could see if it works better or worse at getting the job done." She smiled at Ben, almost mischievous. "For now we work with what we have? Haven't had a proper drink in a while."