"It is very similar to...something I have taken much of, in another...time, place."

He sighs, still unsure of just how he should classify this. The 'here and now' that they are inhabiting. But his mood perks quickly, as she mentions the prospect of beer. Once he's satisfied with the fire for the time being (and the scent has faded from his nostrils) he moves back over to her.

"Tawaret will be glad you have chosen to listen to her. I am glad I will not have to explain to her why I was unable to convince you," he says, smirking slightly before he drops casually into a chair, reaching for an empty mug and nudging it nearer to her. "You make this, yourself?"