[ Eddie doesn’t have strong feelings about vegetables either, beyond not really being a fan. If Strange is content enough being celery, Eddie is content enough being broccoli. It’s not like it will matter when they walk away from the bartender-robot.

Mr. Thomas Lustras opens his mouth to ask yet another icebreaker, just barely getting out something about nicknames before Strange cuts him off with a drink request. ]

Yeah, I mean, I’ll drink a weird blue thing. Can’t be worse than some of the watered down shit I’ve had before.

[ The bartender’s programming to ask inane and ridiculous icebreakers is overridden immediately by the request and with a quip of “of course!”, he happily goes about his actual job.

Or tries to, at least. The moment the android so much as touches a glass, all chaos erupts. He chats happily as he grabs the wrong alcohol, dumps a full spoonful of salt into it, and breaks the glass by mixing too vigorously. Eddie revels in all of it. He snorts and watches as ice literally goes flying, and the bartender slips backwards on a piece in a full on Three Stooges move.

As the bartender picks himself up off the floor and begins his second attempt, Eddie turns to his companion. ]

Okay, so, uh…how about you let me get this one? I did some time as a bartender back home. I can probably figure it out.

[ He was a barback and given that he wasn’t legal at the time, he was only allowed to serve what was canned and bottled and sometimes what was on tap when the owner wan’t looking. But Strange doesn’t need to know the finer details. ]

Or at least end up with something that doesn't have broken glass in it.