“No, not yet.” Minoru glanced over at the bar, filled with plenty of colorful concoctions. He listened to Mick’s description of the orange one and immediately decided, not that.

Isamu clearly echoed that sentiment.

“Is there something you would recommend should we want to keep the structural integrity of our tongues intact?”

And no, for the record, the twins had no idea how strong the drinks were going to be. Definitely weaker than angel booze, though. And maybe weaker than some of the crazy stuff Ivar could whip up.