[She sets it carefully back onto the counter after her sip, humming a little. "Kind drinks"--as ever, she loves the way he puts things. It'd be nice to be that eloquent, wouldn't it...? But then she smiles at herself. Honestly, she's far too tongue-tied for that sort of daydream.]

Hmmm... I think we have all of these ingredients back home. Well, I might have to break into a bar or something to find some alcohol, but that's okay! [is it]

I'd like to make one for my friends back home too, when I go back.