He chuckles softly, shaking away the cobwebs of the memories. He forces a smile onto his face until it feels natural. "Well, we got enough to get a good buzz going. But if you want drunk you'll have to see if Monkling will give up some of her "special occasion" bottles." He chuckles, taking a healthy swallow of the beer, needing a little drink himself. He looks to Monkling and nods a bit. He doesn't know what else to do, honestly. He's mostly hoping to leave the topic of that silver bitch behind for now. Come back to it when it makes sense.