Miguel had been about to reply to Bertie's question, when the man muttered to himself. Miguel heard it easily, and quirked his lips in a small humorless smile. "Yes," he replied, "to both." Then he nodded at the drinks order and went to talk to Isabel.
He came back a minute or so later, carrying a bottle and two glasses, one with ice in it just in case. Pints of whiskey didn't suit everyone, after all. "Is Glenfiddich okay?" he asked, no doubt pronouncing it horrendously.