Beer? Truly? I drink it often, it's far more preferable to water... [but she knew little as to the making of it, only that some tasted nice, and others didn't.] But what on earth can one do to beer? Other than make it less potent.

[Elizabeth walks by the chairs, eyeing them. They do look comfortable, waiting for the elder woman to sit before she does. It seems nice enough. Not as nice as her own palace and home, but it would do.]