Ohhh, like in fairy tales and stuff. [Saxsice nods seriously, attempting to give the impression that she fully understands. She doesn't, not remotely, but at least she isn't pestering him for an explanation, right?

Then she follows his gaze, scrunching up her nose thoughtfully.] Yeah, it's the 20's here, right? Alcohol was illegal in a lotta places then, so bars were secret and had passwords. [She might not know much about most other things, but Saxsice does know her liquor history.]