He's my chief medical officer back home, actually. So yeah, he's used to this kind of stuff.

[ Even if he does spend most of that time grousing and complaining, Bones is exceptionally good when under pressure.

Nodding, he accepts his drink and follows Peter to the booth, making himself comfortable on one of the seats. ]

Impressed they have access to all those liquors, too. [ He huffs, plucking the cherry out and setting it down on a plate on the table, then taking a slow sip. ] Mm. Strong. But good.