Without even an attempt to look into his future, Leto knew that it was not for him to return Wash - or anyone - to the life they knew before the City. But drinks... He could do that.
"I don't know any of the taverns here," he said with a bit of a smile. At home, there'd been high-end establishments that served liquor, but such a thing was a luxury on Arrakis. The good stuff was imported from offworld, which made it expensive, and the stuff that was distilled on Dune was wretched. No one drank it if they could avoid it.
"Have you found any here?" he asked, expecting that the pilot probably had. If Wash were in his position, he would have found a great many taverns.