[If Nero could change anything about Solvunn -- besides the cults, obviously -- it'd be giving the goddamn taverns some soda. Pop. Even a shitty, off-brand cola. He'd take anything at this point. He's left drinkin' cream soda in the Horizon most of the time, feet propped up on the dashboard of the van, knowing not a drop of it is real.

So the only reason the taverns are a habit are 1) he's well-acquainted after their all their mingles and Himeka's expert skill in drinking contests, and 2) he kind of digs this weird carrot-ginger juice they got. And yeah, they know he shows up and drinks a ton of it, because he's as sober as the day he was born.

Not for any other reason than the shit tastes way too sour.

He takes a seat next to a guy who's the poster child for what it feels like, hanging around in some place that never sees the sun. He gives him a look-over. Is he wearing a fuckin' wolf?

He takes a draw off his juice.] Pretty ballsy wearin' that around the werewolves. It's kind of fucked up, actually. [Not that that's his business.] But maybe it's like a Pluto/Goofy situation, you know? Like seeing a dude eat a monkey.

[It's totally the same. Wolf/werewolves. Humans/monkeys. He's going somewhere with this.]