No, I know where the best ones come from. Mixing is another story.

[In fact, she might be violently resisting anything that connects her to this bartender identity because that's not her. Which is the point, but still.

Taking a sip of her own drink, she eyes Snow for a moment.]

...I know you just said you were sick of hearing about the future. [A beat.] But what if I show you part of it, so you know it's real?