Matt snorts, faintly amused. "That's surprising? Rum is delicious; I'll give them that, but there are different foul concoctions consumed to get drunk as fast as possible. Kinda doubt they find the cure worse than what they order."

Matt covers his nose and mouth. He can still make out some of the smell, but he avoids the worst of it.

"Does that work for you?" he asks the Corsair who downed the drink. Sometimes he's amazed at what other people can tolerate in their mouths and sinuses. Drinking something similar would take exposure, repetition, and wild determination for Matt. He had gained a great amount of tolerance since childhood.