Ianto wouldn't normally be one to do such a thing, spitting food or drink out, but he really doesn't know what this one is and he really doesn't know whether it'll harm him if he swallows so after a moment's thought he raises his glass and does as he's told. Spitting his mouthful of drink out into the glass in his hand and putting it down on the table again before, coughing and wishing he had some water to try and clear his mouth.

"God," he chokes, trying to clear his throat. "That was foul. Why can't this place just serve a regular lager like everywhere else?"