[ Did the glass just vibrate in his hand? No, surely it was his imagination. Or the effects of drinking the contents of said glass. Either way, he leaves it on the bar to enjoy whatever fate van Zieks sees fit. ]

Not to worry, my good fellow. I'm more than capable of helping myself once again! Hup—! [ This is said as he leans over the bar to hunt through the bottles with all the care and decorum of a possum in a waste bin.

However, the staggering selection of glassware gives him a moment's pause. ] And which hallowed chalice provides the optimal experience for enjoying this special white?