Mewtwo reaches for his glass uncertainly. He’s just never had the opportunity to try any alcohol before, though he’s aware that there are quite a few varieties.

He lifts the glass to his nose - it smells slightly spicy. And takes a careful sip.

And chokes at the sudden bitterness of it in his mouth. He manages not to make a complete fool of himself by swallowing it successfully, but then he slams the glass onto the bar top in disgust.

“This is…enjoyable to humans?” he splutters at Emet-Selch, incredulous. “This is consumed for its taste?”