That's a dangerous answer. [Considering the fact that Meliodas was pretty sure that a lot of the cheaper manufacturers lied about alcohol content regularly.

It was almost always a gamble.

For the hell of it, he poured a stout and slid it across the bar to her. First impressions told Meliodas that she had to have a pretty impressive constitution. If he was wrong, then Kate would probably let him know right away.]

Buuut, that's right. My age is a secret, but rest assured I'm old enough to own this place. Plus, I could drink most of my patrons under the table if I felt so inclined.