"Good lady, I think you've had a few already," he teased, leaning in and bumping her slightly off-balance to prove his point. "I'm told there is a treasure trove of liquids in the living room and kitchen though. See if we can't find something to tickle your tastebuds." He steered her towards the thick crowd in the living room. "Dunno any period classics though. Does Ye Olde Screwdriver count?"