Alfred grinned as she took the bottle, more because he'd convinced her to sit down than because of what she'd said. "Yeah, I save my best for when things are weird and no one wants to admit it," he joked, pouring his own glass and then taking a look at what she'd chosen.

"I didn't know you liked rum," he said. He always associated rum with islands, and the Caribbean, and subsequently the sea. It seemed like a sailors' drink. Previously, he thought he'd usually seen her with scotch or beer. Maybe that was just his own bias in what he offered her, though, since they were usually drinking at his place. He had been holding out on her, just unintentionally.