Enter the IPA. The India Pale Ale is, in many beer-drinking circles, the bard of hoppy expression—aromatic, bright, often defiantly bitter, with citrus peel and pine needle notes that wake up the palate. An IPA has a personality that pairs surprisingly well with a Lego-fuelled play session of grown-up sorts: it’s lively, it demands attention, it invites conversation. Pouring an IPA while arranging a miniature Bat-Signal on a makeshift angled rod becomes an act of small ceremony. The beer’s effervescence matches the click of bricks; its complex layers echo the layered storytelling of the DC universe, where ancient myth and street-level grit coexist.