"Don't know if they're going to have that here," Devero tells Koumyou with an effort at his usual good humor. He elbows his fiancee in the side, then reaches his fingers up to snag a floating, intangible display that-- yep, that's a menu.

He hasn't connected his Interface to any local networks, so this must be some kind of holotech. He 'oohs' softly as he drags the glowing rectangle in between himself and Koumyou. His eyes skim the list of offerings, not that he recognizes much of what he's seeing. Brand names and alien styles of liquor are beyond him.

The menu does helpfully provide more generic descriptions of the drinks, though, so he selects something that promises to 'smash his brains out (with a kick of acidity and opulence)'. "Can I get one of these trans-system synapse busters, please?"