"All right then, drinks it is!" Ishtar briefly wondered if Miguel would still be willing to share drinks if he knew she was only sixteen. Well, maybe people from Spain were more understanding towards that sort of stuff.

Spotting a servant nearby, the princess loudly called her over. "Heeey~ Me and my friend here would like two glasses of your best beer, please!"

The servant girl bowed her head, muttering a quick, "Yes, of course," and then disappeared to retrieve her order.

Ishtar looked over her shoulder to Miguel and flashed him her trademark, sly grin. "You can hold your drink, right?"