After the toast, Raven looked yearning at the mug in his hands, almost scared, before to finally find the courage to bring it to his mouth.
As the soft foam touched his lips, he suddenly felt its bubbles tickling on it, and a slightly bitter flavor quickly reached his tongue.
It was strange, different from anything else he had ever tasted, and... it wasn't sure he liked it, but it had to, every man had to drink at least an ale while dining, he couldn't act anymore as a child.
Trying to hide his inner fight, Raven finally immersed in his ale and took a deep sip of it, keeping the liquid into his mouth for a while, before to swallow it.
It was the strangest sensation he had ever felt, all that sparkling in his mouth was both unpleasant and funny, and the flavor he had only tested before was now stronger and bitter in his mouth.
And then, Raven finally found the courage to swallow it, and suddenly all his throat was tickled by the sparkling drink, that bitter flavor quickly reached his stomach, rumbling in it wildly and filling his eyes with tears. Suddenly, all the air he had just swallowed raised again from his stomach, quickly flying through his throat and filling his mouth.
It was hard for the boy not to burp in surprise, but he somehow managed to stop the air just puffing up his cheeks, letting just a feeble blow to come out without making any noise.
Putting down the mug, he finally let the air trapped into his mouth out with a deep breath, relieved for how he behaved. Then, finally noticing the silence had once again fallen between them, he quickly said to the elf, trying to act as all he had just experienced was just nothing but normality:
"Pretty good, isn't it?".