"Just try not to think about it," Cayde suggested, not that it was a very practical suggestion but it was all he could offer.

Getting back to business was easy enough, and with a nod, he ducked down to grab a couple of glasses from below the counter before turning to pick a out a few bottles from the shelf behind him. "So here we have the local special. On the tangy side, but it hits hard. Not recommended for lightweights. Also makes great molotov cocktails."

He moved his hand from the bottle of red liquid to the next. "But I think this one's a better welcome wagon," he opted, picking up and removing the stopper with a satisfying *fump*. He tipped the darker liquid into a glass, sliding it over to Cobb.