"Well, I know there's no way in hell you're going to serve me ryncol, since I know that's pretty much guaranteed to kill me." Yes, somewhere out there, there is an extranet search that goes ' which alien alcohol should i avoid' attached to Stiles' userid.

"I'm just trying to get a drink here, man. I'm not looking to get so fucked up I end up in the medical ward," Stiles says, and then looks at York appraisingly in turn.

"Why do you wanna know?" And, because he can't resist tacking it on, "Were the eyes working a little bit?"