"No, it's good," Xas says. "It's sweet. Yours is better."

And Xas can't get drunk, so the only reason to drink is for the taste of it. He probably won't finish the next one, either. Shrieky is going to be offered all sorts of leftovers. There's only one other person ahead of them at the bar, but he's taking his time choosing, and Xas rocks on his feet while he waits - occasionally looking, on the upswings, like he might be about to take off. It's a happy habit. "Do you feel detoxified?"