"The Hammers, and Hell's Angels? Sounds delightfully intense! But that's him, he and his darling Ziggy."

Molly strolled along with Aarne, tail swishing behind him along with his cloak, and he tilted his head consideringly at the options on offer.

"Oh surprise me. If there's one thing I'm not picky about in this world, it's a drink." He grinned as he said this, because really one could find some terrible swill in backwater bars. It was almost impressive sometimes. "And I'll never turn down sweets."