"A little, in one of the taverns. How could I not go to one, y'know? The opportunity was too rich to pass up." Tyrus grinned, then he stopped and leaned against the wall near the entrance to the kitchen. He crossed his arms. "It wasn't quite to my taste, though."

Travis's taste in liquor was awful, though. Tyrus still liked Earth booze better -- it was exotic and interesting, damn it. Of course, Zenderean alcohol reminded him of home.