She wheels around with those bottles unexpectedly and he finds himself almost nose to nose with the colorful pair of liqueurs. He shrugs a bit. As well versed as he is in various flora and fauna, there's so many plants here alien to him he couldn't say for sure.

"Beats me." He sniffs at them a little. "The red one smells sweet and syrupy. Like pomegranate juice. The blue one smells brighter. Like citrus and wheatgrass. There's more alcohol in that one."