“What’s Guinness?” Hirskowitz asked Carsten. “It’s what they make in Ireland instead of beer,” Sam said… — Harry Turtledove
“What’s Guinness?” Hirskowitz asked Carsten.
“It’s what they make in Ireland instead of beer,” Sam said helpfully. “It’s black as fuel oil, and almost as thick. It tastes kind of burnt till you get used to it. After that, it’s not so bad.”
“Oh.” Hirskowitz weighed that. “Well, I’ll see. They make real beer, too?”
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