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</div>Following Jack to the drinks table with a rowdy laugh, Goodman accepted an offered drink of a shot of whiskey which he knocked back with gusto. After he was done growling pleasantly over the burn of that, he motioned at the rum keg that had been brought, murmuring, "Yeah, gimme a punch a'that."<br/><br/>Not that he doubted the Captain and her tastes but he was definitely eager to see how he held up with ingesting the gifted brew. Knocking back a shot of that rum, his veins alight with the rush of seafaring liquor and sweet flavor, Goodman was unable to hold it back any longer. With a hearty expletive exploding past his lips, he reared back slightly and let loose a boisterous, manly howl of praise. The noise got an answering howl from the harlequin, not knowing why her Daddy was making noise but certainly not willing to let him make it alone, her voice humorously deep for such a proper lady.<br/><br/>"Hot damn," Goodman praised Marlin with a sly grin once the noise had died down. "That's the fucking shit."