He he
This sort of in an indirect way brings back memories of the time when I was living in Holland.
I had to go to a 2 week crash course on Dutch. It was at a Nunnery somewhere in the countryside. Can't remember anymore.
Anyway, at the end of the lessons for the first day, everybody was dying for an alcoholic drink. The nun in charge of the kitchen, opened the fridge and gave us bottles of beer. We were a bit gobsmacked, but it brought big smiles to our faces.