"Sounds good!" There's a pleased little smile hovering at her lips as Ami takes the glass between her fingers. She knows enough to know that mako is a dangerous word. She likes the idea of a dangerous drink.

Probably, she assumes, strong. With a head unused to large amounts of alcohol at once, she decides to sip at it. It's just as she expected, but the flavor behind the strength is one she finds she likes. Apple, maybe, green apple and some others she can't distinguish.