Mm. [Nathaniel sets aside his beloved whisky and takes the brandy, faintly stung, but knowing Anders will eventually grow accustomed to the taste. He sips the brandy and gives a nod.]

Starkhaven whiskey isn't proper. I spent eight years trying it over and over, hoping it wasn't as bad as I imagined. Maybe if I got used to it...but no. It really was terrible.

[He takes another sip of brandy and gives it a murmur of approval.]

You might make me change my mind about foreign spirits.