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Think that I need a drink.

Perhaps you'll join me for one after we dine? Later?

Or during. I don't think I can wait that long.

Whichever is fine.

Drink first actually. Then food, and more drink.. and then drink.

Come now... Is all that really necessary?

Besides, I won't want to eat after I've drank.

Well you can just pace yourself. More for me.

That's no fun!

Then stop with the complaining, and lets get on with the drinking. I've been dying to play bartender all day. Come on, Angel.

I do wish you'd been dying to play food deliverer.

No such luck. Now lets GO.

Very well, I'll fend for myself. I'll meet you.

Great. Ciao!