[Nott doesn't know letter grades well enough to correct him, but just know that her heart is there.]

I don't see the point in assigning a letter grade to a glass of whiskey anyway. As long as it gets you good and drunk, who cares what it tastes like??

[It's true that she actually thinks this, but she's still just being bratty about a lackluster grade.

She takes a drink from her flask to illustrate her point.]