Well, he was practically eighteen. Not that Spira or Zanarkand had any real laws against drinking, but he grinned. "I'm old enough to." He said, since it made sense to him. But ever since his old man disappeared, and his mom went into a fit of depression, he had to do something to keep himself busy. "But everybody has something they're good at! Though you look like you have several of those somethings. I showed you a trick; wanna show me one of yours?"