[ Sorry. He doesn't seem to be listening cause he's evaluating the bottle he has, trying to figure out what kind and year of scotch this is. The cork in it is loose enough to be remove without a corkscrew, the surface of it protruding so it can be plucked. The answer is delayed but it does show he was listening a little. ]
Aye. So it did.
[ He raises it to his teeth and bites, pulling the cork free and spitting it, implying he's going to be drinking all of it in one evening. ]
Oh, but I dinnae have a house mate or anythin' of that sort. Just me.
[ A pause. Then, he taps the bottle, the faintest look of amusement (and delight) on his face. ]
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Aye. So it did.
[ He raises it to his teeth and bites, pulling the cork free and spitting it, implying he's going to be drinking all of it in one evening. ]
Oh, but I dinnae have a house mate or anythin' of that sort. Just me.
[ A pause. Then, he taps the bottle, the faintest look of amusement (and delight) on his face. ]
Just me and this.