I think we have some left. I don't think Miss Ciel drinks, so she doesn't mind me keeping it in the fridge. [he scurries into the kitchen and checks said fridge. lo and behold, there's a few cans left from a six pack he and Venkman all but demolished the last time he was over. he grabs two, not really intending to drink much right now because he was really looking forward to that bear claw and tosses one over to the other man.]

Are you feeling okay? Aside from the squirrel evisceration, I mean.