He hasn't been here long enough to come to that particular conclusion on his own, but it makes sense. Everything he's thought of as completely normal is out of the ordinary here. Wei Wuxian is content enough for a hint of the familiar though, even if they don't have lotus or persimmons or any of the old tastes from home.

"Seems hard to find much that's like back home here," he comments off-handedly as the barkeep returns with something new.

"Amaretto sour," the barkeep says and sets out two more glasses. The color is gold, topped in frothy white foam, finished with a cherry and a wedge of fresh orange.

By now he's learned not to down the glass all at once, so he takes a moderately sized swallow, wincing as the sour taste hits his mouth. It's hard to describe at all, but he forces it down, lips puckering slightly at the flavor. Sour was putting it mildly!