Ossie claps his hands together in sheer delight, taking the drink graciously and giving it a taste before commenting.

"That is wonderfully impressive- the unofficial drink of New Orleans, if my memory serves me. I haven't had one of these since the last time I visited the Roosevelt in New York," he chimes, eagerly taking another sip.

"You are just full of surprises," and Ossie leans his elbow on the bar to prop his chin up with his fist, "I like that in a man."