Kauket: Raisha, this is Coral!

Coral: Oh, hey ma'am! What do ya need? I got all types of beverages!

Raisha: Greetings, "Coral". Hast thou the classical Drink of Death? 'Twas a fine, ancient libation fit for gods alone. 'Twas brewed by extracting saliva from a scarab and blending it with grape nectar from the land of France! Dost thou possess such a concoction?

Kauket: Hm, Raisha, I don't think-

Coral: Of course I do! That's a popular one! Here, let me get it.

Coral: Here ya go!

Raisha: Verily, thou hast discerned aright! 'Tis indeed the Drink of Death! Its flavor is unmistakable... Yet, how come thou by it? And how hath it gained favor in these lands?!

Coral: Oh, how I got it, is a secret! But it really is popular here. Even Kauket drank it before!

Kauket: I DID?!?!?!?!

Raisha: ... 'Twould appear mine judgment of the denizens of this realm was premature. If thou art truly able to partake of this elixir, then I surmise ye are no mere mortals, aye?

Kauket: Y-yeah, totally! We're a different kind, definitely... Well, we have to go. Thanks for everything, Coral!

Coral: ¡Hasta luego!

Coral: Wait, doesn't she have to pay?!

Coral: Oh, whatever. I'll just steal her later!