We’ll see how great you think it is once you taste this shit.

[Hank’s smiling a little bit, faintly, relieved at Barabas’s laughter, and the look only mostly fades off as he goes on.]

But uh, come by any time. Or uh- call or something, I’m not really-

[He plucks at his shirt, half-grimacing. He’s not really, you know, washed. But someone to drink with, that would be something. Worth getting up to wash the rest of Akvos off.]

But, yeah, got enough to go around. You might have to bring your own glass though.