[ He avoids the emotionally charged question a second time, but for good reasons. One: he doesn't want to answer. Two: Bakugo's second statement makes him balk, though slowly. He lifts his head, brows furrowing under the veils in confusion. ]

Bloody hell, of course miners can touch alcohol... they'd go mad if not, 'specially dwarven ones. Makes... makes sense for you what with the... explosions and all. Noble profession. Messy.

[ He lifts a hand, and after a few misses, pat's the boy's knee approvingly. But it's just more drunken muttering, and his head flops back down to the cushion of sand. ]

Said I can't eat meat, but... thank you. Enjoy it for me.