Hah, right? It was nice pretending that I actually had money for once. This must be how rich people feel all the time...

[WILD. Eventually, he'll find a bottle he's satisfied with and plunk it down onto the counter. He holds the top out toward Junpei, though.]

Do the honors of opening it, would you?

[Apparently he's still not going to give Junpei his hand back. Still his for now!!]

—The good thing is, there are enough among our dearly deceased and living that I feel we can do a decent job at rallying everyone's spirits.