Ishtar, who had been humming a bit to herself, shook her head and responsed, "C'mon, this is nothing. I can take a bit more!"

Her overly-cheery face suddenly became stern. She rose to her feet, hands on the table, and leaned over the mugs with a glare. "Or is it because I'm a girl? Girls can totally hold in their drink!" She pointed an accusing finger towards him. "That's called sexism, Miguel. Did you know that?"