[Mòrag lowers her hand to the table, hoping the mug will hop off. It's a bit of a pain, holding it like this.]

Lemonade, I would say. It's odd, but not entirely unpleasant, even if I wouldn't call it my favorite. I may just need time to adjust to the flavor.

[She sees you laughing about her world's culture. Honestly, the soldier can't complain at this juncture.] Anything the Nopon do tends to be simple to the point of eccentricity. Their taste in cuisine is... strange, to say the least.