"[color=7bcdc8]Oh, It'll beh FUUN![/color]" drawled the bear with a happy smile.  "[color=7bcdc8]Sumbuddy complain, dey kin takes it up wit us! Naow-- What-- outta all-a DIS-- does ya thank a big scarry bear like meh shoul' try nex', HMM?[/color]"

He gave the maid a playful bump with his butt, then collected one of the mugs that Yvonne had indicated. 

"[color=7bcdc8]We gots ALL AF'RNOON![/color]"

He replaced the small wooden keg back on its stand, then resumed sniffing the room, coming next to a clear glass bottle with a very fancy label he couldn't properly read-- The letters were very fancy looking and hard to discern from the patterning of the label's woodcut imagery. It smelled like expensive spices, and reminded him of sweet-cakes that the innkeeper back in Mystville sometimes served on special occasions. He got a cheeky smile, then broke the wax seal, and poured a shot.

Drinking from a mug was not something he could do 'politely,' so he covered his face and the top of the mug, as he stuck his snout inside, and gave it a discrete lick, getting booze on the top of his nose in the process, sending it burning.  It was profoundly flavored of cardamom and cloves, with a hint of black pepper, but also subtly sweet. If it weren't for the burning of his nose causing his eyes to water, he would consider it another favorite.

"[color=7bcdc8]Hooooooo DAYUM... WOOooo![/color]"  [*SNORT*]

He spun his head around to see Yvonne, who was pointing and laughing at him.

"[color=7bcdc8]forget what ya sees, just tell it tuh me straight naow-- What is dis shit?! i's GREAT![/color]"