Interesting drink of choice. Very interesting. It was Cronus' preferred cocktail in this modern era as well. It didn't come close to the drinks of old, but something about it suited Cronus' palate nicely. He recognized the drink immediately after smiling at Odin and giving a nod of greeting in return.
"Ah, but at thirty-eight.. I'm far older than I'd care to be as a mortal." Cronus took the seat offered by Odin and examined the other god carefully. Power radiated off the Norse All-Father like no other vessel Cronus had encountered so far. "As for you, I must admit I'm jealous. You have a much finer head of hair than I fear I will have in a few years." Cronus ran his hand through his hair with a sigh. To be honest, he still felt strange having hair that wasn't white, despite having been awake in this body for a very long time.
A waitress came over a moment later, and Cronus motioned to Odin's glass. "The same, please."