[Peter chuckles at that before taking another sip of his drink with a slight wince. He isn't sure what his drink is, exactly; being as broke here as he is back home, he'd only been able to order the cheapest drink on the menu. Given the way said drink seems to burn down his throat like acid, Peter thinks he's at least probably killing any potential harmful bacteria.]

I'm not sure what the legal drinking age is here. Something tells me it's younger than twenty one.

[Given that the bartender is serving him and that this place feels and looks medieval, if he has to guess. He also guesses that the beer here is safer to drink than the water, but he doesn't say that part out loud.

When he describes falling out of a rift, Peter nods, grinning.]

I think some parts of me are still being shaken out, honestly.