"Have a drink. A little beer won't hurt, it can liven things up," John Coleman placed the cup in front of Dodo, "If you're not used to it, just have a small one."
However, Dodo shook her head seriously.
"No, I don't have the habit of drinking," she refused.
John Coleman was about to pour beer for Dodo when he heard her say that and stopped.
He looked at her intently as if trying to discern the reason for her refusal.
"I won't do anything bad," he finally said softly, "Dodo, you don't have to worry about me. I won't let you down."
His tone was so humble, as if he were lowering himself to the dust, it caught Dodo off guard.
"No, I just prefer to stay clear-headed," Dodo explained, "Don't mind me, I naturally reject stuff like alcohol."
In this regard, Dodo surprisingly inherited Hank Clegg's rigor and stubbornness.
"Let's forget about it then," John Coleman took the beer for himself and blew on the bottle.
