"Holy fuck? You can just... fuckin' Make beer? Holy shit."

And then he has to do the impolite thing of pushing the dregs of his aside to put his finger in the current brew. Which feels cold and frothy? "This is fuckin' real? Honestly my friend over there can file reports with his head but I think you've one-upped him in valuable skills." And he nods towards where Connor is.

"And uh... sorry." He tastes the beer off the tip of his finger like he needs yet another affirmation that just happened.