"Almost as smooth as you, Freckles." He raises it to her, takes the smallest of sips. Scotch has got to be savored and that's all there is to it. This is better than the little bottles they had when they played I Never back on the island and it's better than the scotch they can get at the lounge back on the Outpost. For all he knows it's the same damn brand, but it tastes better surrounded by hieroglyphs and Hathor and the ingredients of a Serpentine Bliss. Hathor there sets down the drink in front of Freckles -- it's served in a fake gold goblet -- and nods to the both of them.

"It's your first time at the Sphinx?"

"Yeah." He lifts his puny-by-comparison glass to the goblet but with a drink like that you don't say drink up. You just sip 'em, and he'll be glad to watch her do that. "By way of the asteroids."

"Ah." Nodding knowingly, she busies herself for a moment, then comes up with two small, tall, narrow glasses filled with some sort of orange-pink something. "Then here, on the house. You both need to sample Ra's Ambrosia. There's a reason it's called the nectar of the gods." She gives a little curtsy and he'll give Cleopatra here this much: she does a butt-kicking job of stayin' in character. She does it real nice, and he's sure her tips are just as nice as her acting job.

It's definitely something he appreciates and always has.

"Well, thank you kindly, Goddess of Love." All skepticism, he picks up that skinny little glass, lifts it to his lips, and takes a little sip.

Damn, baby: she was right. "This stuff kicks ass. I don't know what the hell's in it, but it's good."

Hathor takes a bow before moving down the bar to see to the next set of customers. When she does that, he turns to Freckles. "All righty then. I ain't never drinkin' nothin' but Ra's Ambrosia from now on. You got to try it, Nefertiti."