"Hercules?" Meg repeated with a bit of a disbelieving scoff, almost as if she found his name amusing. "Well, step on up, Herc." She gestured to the bar, turning to take down a bottle at random down from the shelf behind her. "Like I said before, I don't really have much food."

She poured out some juice into a cup and placed it on the bar. "But maybe you're thirsty. We'll save the stronger stuff for later."