[ Peter watches the exchange, and when the bartender turns his attention to Peter, Peter just smiles blandly and shrugs, offering a quick, ][ —which is Peter’s usual order, whenever he finds himself drinking someplace that’s brand new to him. Easier than trying to puzzle out what they do or don’t have.

(And it’s only gotten him poisoned, like, once. Maybe twice. Which is a pretty decent track record, by his own reckoning.) ]

Five dives? That’s all? [ Peter makes a scoffing noise, putting on a look of disappointment. ] That’s a serious letdown. I’m becoming less and less impressed the more time I spend here.