Hak prefers something darker and stronger than a Belgian white given the choice, but he's happy enough that there's anything, and pushes the cap off with his thumb to take a nice swig.

"Old and cranky," he says with his typical irreverance. Of course their dad has always been strict and a bit... particular about having things a certain way. Age has exacerbated the comfort of that rut. "He doesn't know what to do with himself anymore since the military forced his retirement. Guy needs a hobby."