No cost for anything? Great. Perfect. Maybe this place isn't so terrible.

Edward orders two drinks for himself as well, whatever's strongest on tap, and then shoves himself into a seat and begins chugging. He finishes one of his two drinks in one go, just to get it out of the way. A round of applause for alcoholism.

"Not bad for ghost piss." is the only thing out of his mouth. You can't prove it's not ghost piss, right? Unless that'd be invisible, too.