[For a moment he just stares at his device, like it might somehow provide answers beyond her words alone. Of course, it does nothing of the sort.]

Okay, I appreciate that you used to live in some legit fantasy land straight out of Tokien's gnarliest wet dreams, but that stuff doesn't exist in Texas. Unless you count, like, medical dwarfism, but those are just humans who are really short and kinda proportioned weirdly because genetics. I'm not the one to go judging their beer preferences.

[He's not of drinking age, nor looking to get an early start.]

So no, I'm pretty sure nugs aren't a thing where I'm from.