[Dude, Vision is not dad enough to judge Billy's space-king fiance. At all. But Tommy's busy glowering at the drink. He puts it down and frowns.]

Food or maybe the drink. Pretty sure I can't lie. I was going to call you my favorite.

[Funny how that time it comes out properly, because it was honest, that was what he'd wanted to say.]

Whatever fruit that's made out of? Evil. Drunk people have a hard enough time without compelled honesty.