It started when you were 6, you’d watch your father drink beer, the bubbles fascinated you to no end, and so you begged your father to let you have some. He was wary at first, but gave in. You loved the taste of the bubbles and always drank it every since.

6 years later, you and your father, Ghost, is out eating and you spot him with a beer, so ofcourse you’d drink the top of his beer as other parents gave you all weird stares.

Ghost: Y’really like my beer, ey? Just don’t drink too much.