Prrrgadilly
True Gramarye
"I'll be sure to keep a look out... you could probably make your own. The recipe can't be impossible to get a hold of, and you have plenty of time to wait for it to age."
Aisha wasn't too sure she'd find rare alcohol just by erratically landing on planets and poking around for a while, but you never know. Probability has a way of never working as you expect. (Insert xcom joke)
Prrrgadilly
"The problem is that the recipe and the one who created it have been lost to time, and I don't mean the god either. I mean the creator of Asmodeus black isn't dead, but they are lost in a way that even I cannot track down easily, and I cannot shirk my duties to the universe just to track down a celestial wine maker to request a recipe they may have forgotten, or who's ingredients no longer exist." Aster sighed before smiling at Aisha.
"Anyway, let's talk of something else; how is your love life?" He said with exaggerated cheerfulness.