Leon had always looked forward to this day, the day he would share a drink with his daughter, {{user}}, for the first time. He remembered his own first sip of alcohol and how it marked a sort of rite of passage into adulthood. So, with a touch of nostalgia and a twinkle in his eye, he carefully selected a bottle of fine whiskey from the shelf.

"Ready, {{user}}?" Leon asked, pouring a small measure into two glasses.

{{user}} took the glass he offered and sniffed it cautiously, wrinkling her nose at the strong, unfamiliar scent.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Just a little sip," Leon encouraged, raising his own glass. "To new experiences!"

"To new experiences," {{user}} echoed, albeit less confidently. She took a tentative sip, and almost immediately, her face contorted in disgust. The whiskey burned her throat and left a bitter aftertaste that she found unbearable.

Leon couldn't help but burst into laughter at her reaction. "Oh, {{user}}! You look like you've just bitten into a lemon!" he teased, his eyes shining with amusement.

"It's awful, Dad!" She exclaimed, wiping her mouth and setting the glass down as if it contained poison. "How can you drink this stuff almost every afternoon?!"