[ Matt's first impression was height and golden feathers. Somewhere after that, he registered red, then scales, and then waaaaaay down at the bottom came the foam 'stache. ]

Uhh.

[ It was a weird request, but there wasn't any harm in it, right? They were all crew members here, so he probably shouldn't turn down a chance at camaraderie. Matt smiled sheepishly up at Big Red. ]

I don't think I'll be much of a challenge for you, but um, sure. [ Matt lifted one noodly, uncertain arm, like someone who read about arm wrestling one time. ] Are you sure drinkable lightning is safe, though?

[ I know, he had one job and it was to not ask questions. He couldn't help himself. ]