"All the drinks, every day." Grog nodded, raising a drink in one hand and a large cinnamon roll in the other. Both are somewhat dwarfed by his gray hands.

He crunched into the cinnamon roll, raising it in salute. "Made by a shop my friend owns, back home, but here somehow. This place is weird."

Then there was more beer being poured into his gullet. He drank the glass down, setting it down, then placing a solid gold coin on the bar counter.

"Next round is on me."