The cocktail if regarded by composition was not so much a ginger margarita so much as it was a ginger beer spiked with ginger margarita. It has the distinction sweatness of agave one would expect from a margarita though it's rather muted as is the flavor of the lime. Given the high ginger content (especially relative to the the alcohol), it should
theoretically at least have a calming effect on Shoe's stomach.
Or maybe it's just like doping. Who knows what horse-human physiology's like?
"*ahem* I believe it is worth it reminding that General Leviathan was willing to speak, and through some unknown mechanism was prevented from doing so." "I fear this same mechanism could ruin whatever attempts we make to parlay, given that whatever motivates the pair, it seems to be tied to their cause unlike the other Generals." "On the other side of the matter, if we could subvert this mechanism or devise a countermeasure, we may have an easy way to commence negotiations. I'd imagine General Leviathan would at the very least want to tell her side of the story if given the chance."She takes a sip.
"She seemed convinced it was caused by Serena. Whether that is the case, I do not know, though given the mysterious actions of the divinity this far, it does not seem impossible that a goddess its making some manner of play and using Serena as a vector of some sort." "Of course, given the crowd and commotion, a third of party could have been a present and causing the interference, their allegiance and motivations would naturally be unknown, and while worth considering we have no idea leads to go on for that possibly." "I'm curious to hear your thoughts Miss Milly, have your compatriots ever disclosed why they fight to a mortal? More to the point if magic was used to keep Leviathan or Mammon from communicating, may I presume you'd have detected it prior to your defection?"((Disclaimer: I am just flat out guessing at this point. I've have margaritas, I've had diluted margaritas, I've had ginger beers, so this seems like a reasonable outcome to the me, but hey who knows maybe there's a lynch mob of angry bartenders gathering outside my house right now.))