"Just ready to go for celebrating, huh?" she chuckles, teasing. And she does eye it for a moment, because good god she does want a drink. She hasn't been around this big of a selection in years, and hasn't been in a position where anything more than a mouthful or two was a wise decision in longer - but now she has a better reason than general common sense to turn it down, even if that reason slips through her fingers a little more each day.

"Meds," she says instead, since she's already explained it once. "But once I'm off 'em, watch your back. I have a tolerance to reclaim." She does get up to get herself a bottle of something sparkling and nonalcoholic she plucked off the shelf at the grocery store, and she does raise a glass of this to his flask.