"Alcohol!" Jacob says, laughing and settling next to Arthur, gesturing to the robotic barkeeper for two more of the same. Arthur might still have most, or some, of his bottle, left but sharing a drink is always enjoyable.

When the two whiskey glasses come, Jacob will take a swallow and grin brightly.

"Guess you don't get shindigs like this back home?" He asks conversationally. Charles has never really talked about any big parties, he's not sure if that's because he doesn't go to them, or because they were unpleasant memories. But they must happen, even for folk like them.