"I've been here for...shit, I guess a year now? Year and a half? And I don't think you ever get used to it," Miles says, and holds his mug out. "Cheers."

He takes a drink, and then grins at Kit. "Okay, you've done what you should never do, which is pique my curiosity. What do you make beer out of when you live underground? Is it some kind of fungus?"