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A good set of beer goggles...
She swore again. "Mead." I blinked at her. "This thing ripped off a keg of mead and a girl? Is she supposed to be its . . . bowl of bar nuts or something?" "It isn't going to eat her," Gard said. "It wants the mead for the same reason it wants the girl." I waited a beat for her to elaborate. She didn't. "I'm rapidly running out of willingness to keep playing along," I told her, "but I'll ask the question - why does it want the girl"?" "Procreation."
"Thank you. Now I get it," I said. "The thing figures she'll need a good set of beer goggles before the deed." "No," Gard said. "Oh, right, because the grendelkin isn't human. The thing is going to need the beer goggles." "No," Gard said, harder. "I understand. Just setting the mood, then," I said. "Maybe it picked up some lounge music CDs, too."
"Dresden," Gard growled. "Everybody needs somebody sometimes," I sang - badly.
Harry Dresden & Ms. Gard, The Dresden Files Short Stories. Heorot: Side Jobs by Jim Butcher.