[He nodded through the confirmation of his name. He didn't know Rip's name yet, but that didn't seem to bother him. As long as he'd fulfilled his side of that social obligation.]

Potent, yeah. It was strong. Bitter.

[Peter gestured with his hands - keep going - it sounded like he might not be the only one she'd served this stuff up to.]

Like if you didn't know you were supposed to put water in chicken stock it would probably taste like that.