Lyle pouted with a huff and leaned on the table with a huff. He wanted to sit next to Dante and cuddle. He really wanted to cuddle. He sipped the wine, but he was so far gone he couldn't even remember what he was tasting. Some kind of wine? A juice? Wine juice. He was drinking wine juice. That's why he settled on. The most am using part was that every but of his thought process showed on his face as he stared at the glass desperately trying to remember what it was with squinted eyes then they shone brightly as he "remembered" what it was.<br/><br/>"Tastes like home!" Mira sighed happily. Putting her feet up on the table and leaning back in her chair. "I might place my vote on this baby! For the homeland!" She laughed.<br/><br/>"Up next we have a 'mead'. What's that Lyle?" Joe asked having never heard of it.<br/><br/>"A hard cider made from honey." Lyle said a robot. Even drunk as hell he knew his drinks, but don't try asking who the current president was or he might say Mira.<br/><br/>Dean shook his head and tapped out of the next choice. "Oh, yeah. Dean hates honey." Joe laughed as he poured everyone another round after the plum. "Well too bad. You gotta drink, buddy!"