It takes Vincent a second... But only a second. He might think of Irahl as a surface-dweller first, but he remembers quickly that he didn't start there.

"I think I warmed up to it pretty fast..." He stops mid-thought for a brief chuckle, "Heh, warmed..."

Okay, that was dumb. Back on track.

"But my brother..." He points at Irahl around his cup, "I remember him gettin' spooked by it for a while too."

Finally, he takes a sip of his drink. He doesn't have quite the reaction that Irahl did, since he knows what he got and is familiar with the ingredients, but he still can't help but smile a little as he tastes something normal and more familiar than the pink monstrosities he was downing upstairs.