Worms. [ An easy correction, cheerful, and if he notices that the place is somehow dingy despite the utter lack of smoke, he doesn't show it. ] Sometimes scorpions. S'the kinda mezcal you drink when you wanna get drunk--tastes like shit, but it gets the job done.

[ Or if you're a tourist, and God knows he'd essentially been a dumb, if street-smart, tourist when he and Nathan finally got down there. Of course he'd wanted to try the stuff. ]

Every country you went to, back then, they each had their own thing. Lot of 'em, national liquor was just rum or guaro, but Panama's got seco. Colombia, it's aguardiente. [ He's starting to tick them off on his fingers now. ] Brazil, cachaça; Guatemala, cusha; Venezuela, cocuy. All kindsa stuff.

[ But wait, the question--guess he should try answering the question. ] Spent a lotta time in Colombia and Panama, always liked aguardiente and seco.