"Faerie alcohol tolerance," Ilde demurs, holding up a hand in a sort of 'I would, but' gesture that she's getting used to making; she'd ordinarily do it anyway, but she's more likely to pace herself for Gutters than Anarchy. Then, "Maybe just a little bit? In a shot glass."

...that she won't drink as a shot, because, but of course Hasi is going to have the glasses, surely.